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Couple in the next room
bound to win a prize:
theyand've been going at it all night long!
well, iand'm tryinand' to get some sleep
but these motel walls are cheap:
lincoln duncan is my name,
and hereand's my song, hereand's my song.
My father was a fisherman,
my mama was a fishermanand's friend,
and i was born in the boredom and the chowder.
so when i reached my prime
i left my home in the maritimes,
headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england.
Holes in my confidence,
holes in the knees of my jeans,
i was left without a penny in my pocket ....
oo-oowee, i was about as destituted as a kid could be
and i wished i wore a ring so i could hock it ...
iand'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parkinand' lot
was preaching to a crowd,
singing sacred songs
and reading from the bible.
well, i told her i was lost
and she told all about the pentecost,
and i seen that girl as the road to my survival,
my survival.
Just later on
the very same night
when i crept to her tent with a flashlight
and my long years of innocence ended:
well, she took me to the woods,
sayinand' andquot;here comes something, and it feels so good!andquot;,
and just like a dog i was befriended, i was befriended.
Oh, oh, what a night,
oh, what a garden of delight ...
even now that sweet memory lingers:
i was playing my guitar
lyinand' underneath the stars
just thankinand' the lord
for my fingers,
for my fingers ...
Paul Simon
Duncan
Duncan
Couple in the next room
bound to win a prize:
theyand've been going at it all night long!
well, iand'm tryinand' to get some sleep
but these motel walls are cheap:
lincoln duncan is my name,
and hereand's my song, hereand's my song.
My father was a fisherman,
my mama was a fishermanand's friend,
and i was born in the boredom and the chowder.
so when i reached my prime
i left my home in the maritimes,
headed down the turnpike for new england, sweet new england.
Holes in my confidence,
holes in the knees of my jeans,
i was left without a penny in my pocket ....
oo-oowee, i was about as destituted as a kid could be
and i wished i wore a ring so i could hock it ...
iand'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parkinand' lot
was preaching to a crowd,
singing sacred songs
and reading from the bible.
well, i told her i was lost
and she told all about the pentecost,
and i seen that girl as the road to my survival,
my survival.
Just later on
the very same night
when i crept to her tent with a flashlight
and my long years of innocence ended:
well, she took me to the woods,
sayinand' andquot;here comes something, and it feels so good!andquot;,
and just like a dog i was befriended, i was befriended.
Oh, oh, what a night,
oh, what a garden of delight ...
even now that sweet memory lingers:
i was playing my guitar
lyinand' underneath the stars
just thankinand' the lord
for my fingers,
for my fingers ...
