Duncan

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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"Paul Simon", 1972