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LINCOLN DUNCAN by Paul Simon Em D Couple in the next room, bound to win a prize. Em D They've been going at it all night long. C G C G I'm trying to get some sleep, but these motel wall are cheap, C G D Em 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 of the chowder. So when I reached my prime, I left my home in the Maritimes, And headed down the turnpike to 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. Oh we I was bout as destituted as a kid could be. And I wish'd I'd wore a ring so I could hock it, I'd like to hock it. Seen a young girl in a parking lot, preaching to a crowd. Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible. Well I told her I was lost and she told about the Pentecost. Seen that girl as the road to my survival. Just later on the very same night, I crept to her tent with a flashlight. And my long years of innocence ended. 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 what a night, oh what a garden of delight. Even now that sweet memory lingers. I was playing my guitar and lying underneath the stars. Just thanking the Lord for my fingers, for my fingers. @love filename[ LDUNCAN DC |
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