~Duncan; Paul Simon
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   Em                      D
1  Couple in the next room bound to win a prize,
                G            (A)      D
   They've been goin' at it all night long.
                 C                  (G)
       Well, I'm tryin' to get some sleep,
                 C               (G)
       But these motel walls are cheap,
           C            (G)                 D               Em    Em
   Lincoln Duncan is my name, and here's my song, here's my song.
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2  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.
/2
Solo---     C      G      C      G      C      G (Em) D      Em     Em     Em
/2
3  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 about destituted as a kid could be,
   And I wish I wore a ring so I could hock it, I'd like to hock it.
/2
4  A young girl in a parking lot was preachin' 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 survival.      (solo)
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5  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.
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6  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.      (solo)
