couple in the next room bound to win a prize theyve been going at it all night long well im trying to get some sleep but these motel walls are cheap lincoln duncan is my name and heres my song heres my song my father was a fisherman my mama was the fishermans 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 holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans i was left without a penny in my pocket ooh wee i was about destituted as a kid could be and i wished i wore a ring so i could hock id like to hock it a young girl in a parking lot was preaching to a crowd singing 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 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 something 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