Standard (EADGBE)

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 cheep 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

Solo

Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I's

left without a penny in my pocket Oo hoo hoo wee I's a - bout

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 preachin to a crowd singin.

sacred songs and reading from the bible Well I

Solo

Just latter 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

playin' my guitar lying underneath the stars Just

thankin' the lord for my fingers for my fingers

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