Duncan Lyrics - 1964-1993 - Paul Simon

Couple in the next room 

Bond 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 

My farter 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 maritimes 

Headed down the turnpike for 

New England, sweet New England 

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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 

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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 

Oh, oh, what a night 

Oh what a garden of delight 

Even now that sweet memory lingers 

I was playing my guiter 

Lying underneath the stars 

Just thanking the Lord 

For my fingers 

for my fingers