LINCOLN DUNCAN by Paul Simon



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Couple in the next room, bound to win a prize.

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They've been going at it all night long.

C G C G

I'm trying to get some sleep, but these motel wall are cheap,

C G D Em

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 of the chowder.

So when I reached my prime, I left my home in the Maritimes,

And headed down the turnpike to 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.

Oh we I was bout as destituted as a kid could be.

And I wish'd I'd wore a ring so I could hock it, I'd like to hock it.





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 about the Pentecost.

Seen that girl as the road to my survival.



Just later on the very same night, I crept to her tent with a flashlight.

And my long years of innocence ended.

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 what a night, oh what a garden of delight.

Even now that sweet memory lingers.

I was playing my guitar and lying underneath the stars.

Just thanking the Lord for my fingers, for my fingers.



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