Paul Simon
Duncan
Couple in the next room bound to win prize
They've been going at it all night long
Well 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 mother 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 NewEngland
Sweet NewEngland
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 I could hock it
I'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lot
was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred song 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 survival
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
Saying here comes somthing 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 playing my guitar
lying underneath the stars
Just thanking the lord for my fingers
for my fingers
Job 42:4 "You said,
'Listen nor,
and I will speak:
I will question you
and you shall answer me'
Job 42:4
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