Couple in the next room bound to win a prize They've been going 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 Ooh-oowee, I was 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 A young girl in a parkin' lot Was preaching to a crowd Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
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