Em Couple in the next room D Bound to win a prize G A D They've been going at it all night long C G Well, I'm trying to get some sleep C G But these motel walls are cheap C G D Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song, Em Here's my song. Em My father was a fisherman D My mama was the fisherman's friend G A D And I was born in the boredom and the chowder C G So when I reached my prime C G I left my home in the Maritimes C G D Headed down the turnpike for New England, Em Sweet New England C G C G C G Em D Em Holes in my confidence Holes in the knees of my jeans I was left without a penny in my pocket Oo-we I was about destituted As a kid could be And I wished I wore a ring so l could hock it, I'd like to hock it. A young girl in a parking lot Was preaching to a crowd Singing 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 was the road to my survival 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 Saying here comes something and it feels so good And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended. Oh, oh what a night Oh what a garden of delight Even now that sweet memory lingers I was playing my guitar Lying underneath the stars Just thanking the Lord for my fingers, For my fingers
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