Couple in the next room bound to win a prize

They been goin' 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

I's about destituted as a kid could be

And I wish 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 crowd

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 survival

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know 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

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know