Duncan

Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
 They've been going at it all night long
 Well, I'm trying to get some sleep
 But these motel walls are cheap
 Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song
 Here's my song
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 My father was a fisherman
 My mama was a fisherman's friend
 And I was born in the boredom and a 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
 Ooo-Weee I was about destitute as a kid could be
 And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
 I'd like to hock it
 A young girl in a parking lot
 Was preaching to a crowd
 Singing 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 survival
 I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
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 Just later on the very same night
 When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
 And my long years of innocenece ended
 Well, 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
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 Oh, oh, what a night, oh what a garden of delight
 Even now that sweet memory lingers
 I was playing my guitar
 Lying underneath the stars
 Just thanking the Lord for my fingers
 For my fingers
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 I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know