Duncan / Paul Simon
Couple in the next room Bound to win a prizeThey've been goin' at it all night long(Well) I'm tryin' to get some sleepBut these motel walls are cheapLincoln Duncan is my nameAnd here's my song, here's my song
My father was a fishermanMy mama was a fisherman's friendAnd I was born in the boredom and the chowderSo when I reached my primeI left my home in the maritimesHeaded down the turnpike for New England,Sweet New England
Holes in my confidenceHoles in the knees of my jeansIt's left without a penny in my pocketOoo wee It's about asDestituted as a kid could beAnd I wish I wore a ringSo I could hock it, I'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lotWas preaching to a crowdSingin sacred songs andReading from the bible(Well) I told her I was lostAnd she told me all about the PentecostAnd I seen that girl as the road to my survival
Just later on the very same nightWhen I crept to her tent with a flashlightAnd 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 befriendedI was befriended"
Oh, oh, what a nightOh, what a garden of delightEven now that sweet memory lingersI was playin' my guitarLying underneath the starsJust thankin' the lord for my fingersFor my fingers