Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They've 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 
It's left without a penny in my pocket 
Oo-o wee I's about as
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 survi-ival

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