Couple in the next room
bound to win a prize
They've been goin'
at it all night long
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
And headed down
the turnpike
for New England
Sweet New England
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees
of my jeans
I's left
without a penny
in my pocket
Oo hoo wee
I's about as destituted
as a kid could be
And I wished I wore
a ring so I
could hock it
I'd like to hock it
I seen a young girl
in a parking lot
Was preachin'
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
I seen that girl
was the road
to my survival
Just later on
the very same night
She crept to my tent
with a flashlight
And my long years
of innocence ended
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
Ooh ooh 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
And I know I know
I know I know
I know I know
I know I know