LINCOLN DUNCAN by Paul Simon
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Couple in the next room, bound to win a prize
Em D
They've been going at it all night long
C G C G
I'm trying to get some sleep, but these motel wall are cheap,
C G D Em
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 of the chowder
So when I reached my prime, I left my home in the Maritimes,
And headed down the turnpike to 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
Oh we I was bout as destituted as a kid could be
And I wish'd I'd wore a ring so I could hock it, I'd like to hock it

Seen a young girl in a parking lot, preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well I told her I was lost and she told about the Pentecost
Seen that girl as the road to my survival
Just later on the very same night, I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
She took me to the woods saying "Here comes something and it feels so good"
And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended
Oh what a night, oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playing my guitar and lying underneath the stars
Just thanking the Lord for my fingers, for my fingers
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