couple in the next room's bound to win a prize

cause they've been going at it all night long

and i'm trying to get some sleep

but these motel walls are cheap

and lincoln duncan is my name

and here's my song

and here's my song 



my father was a fisherman my mom a fisherman's friend

and i was born in the boredom and the chowder

when i reached my prime

i left my home in the maritimes

and i, i headed down the turnpike

for new england

sweet new england 



had holes in my confidence

and holes in the knees of my jeans

and i was left without a penny in my pocket

and ew-whee i was desitute as a girl could be

and i wished i wore a ring so i could hock it

i'd surely hock it 



i met a young girl in the parking lot

she was preaching to the crowd

by singing sacred songs and reading from the bible

well i told her i was lost

and she told me all about the penticost

and i seen that girl as a road to my survival 



later on the very same night

she crept to my tent with a flashlight

and these long years of innocence ended

took me to the woods

i said her comes something that feels so good

and just like a dog i was befriended

i was befriended 



i said what a night

what a garden of delight

even now that sweet memory lingers

i was lying under the stars just playing my guitar

but i was thanking the lord for my fingers

for my fingers 



i know i know i know i know

i know i know