Duncan (Paul Simon) woods sayin', "Here comes somethin' and it feels
And just like a dog I was befriended, I was
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,
Couple in the next room bound to win a prize, for my fingers.
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 mamma 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 Maritime. Headed
down the turnpike for New England, sweet New
Holes in my confidence, holes in the knees of my
jeans. I's left without a penny in my pocket.
Oo-oo-ee, I's about 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 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.
Just later on the very same night when I crept
to her tent with a D7 And my long years of
innocence ended. Well, she took me to the