Duncan (Paul Simon)                                   woods sayin', "Here comes somethin' and it feels  
                                                      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,     
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                                                            
England.                                                                                                
                                                                                                        
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