A couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long
Well I'm tryin' 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 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 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-o wee I was about as destituted as a kid could be
And I wish 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,
singin 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-ival
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 sayin' "Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comOh, oh, what a night, oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin' my guitar, lying underneath the stars
Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers
for my fingers