Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They've been going 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
And 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-we I was about as destituted as a kid could be And I wished I wore a ring
So l could hock it
I'd like to hock it

I seen a young girl in a parking lot
Preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from tne Bible Well, I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the Pentecost I seen that girl was the road to my survival

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
Saying here comes somethin' and it feels so good And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended

Ooh, ooh 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

I konw, I know, I know, I know
I konw, I know, I know, I know
I konw ....