"Duncan" by Paul Simon

pCouple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They've been goin' at it all night long 
Well,I'm trying t 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 the fisherman's frend
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 
Oo-o wee I was about 
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 parking lot
was preaching to a croud
singin 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 as the road to my survi-val

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 sayin'
"Here comes somethin' 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 playin' my guitar 
lying underneath the stars 
Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers 
for my fingers