Duncan - Paul Simon

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

My father was a fisherman

My mama was the 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 was left without a penny in my pocket

Ooh-oowee, I was about destituted 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 survi-i-i-i-val

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

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

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 guitar lying underneath the stars

Just thanking the Lord for my fingers

For my fingers