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

Oo-we I was about destituted

As a kid could be

And I wished I wore a ring

So l 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 tne 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



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 Lond

For my fingers

For my fingers