Duncan

Couple in the next room bound to win a prize

they’ve been goin’ at it all night long.

Well I’m tryin to get some sleep

but these motel walls are cheep

Lincoln Duncan is my name and here’s my song, here’s my song.

My father was a fisherman, my mama was a fisherman’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’s left without a peny in my pocket.

Oo, hoo, hoo, wee,

I’s about destituted as a kid could be

and I wish I wore a ring so I could hock it, I’d like to hock it

A young girl in a parking lot was preachin to a crowd

singin sacred songs and reading from the bible

Well I told her I was lost

and she told me all about the Pentecost

and I seen that girl as the road to my surviv – – – – – – al

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

sayin’: “Here comes somethin’ and it feels so good!”

And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended

Oh, oh, what a nigh. Oh, what a garden of delight

Even now that sweet memory lingers

playin’ my guitar,

lying underneath the stars

Just thankin’ the Lord for my fingers, for my fingers