Duncan |
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Duncan Lyrics |
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 Couple in the next roomBound to win a prize They`ve been goin` at it all night long I`m trying 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 the 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 Oo-ooo-oo 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 I`ve 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 me all about the Pentecost And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-val Just later on the very same night She crept to my tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence ended 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 |
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