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Lyrics by: Paul Simon
# Debut Chart
52 Jul '72 Hot 100


Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize 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 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

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Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans It`s left without a penny in my pocket Oo-o wee I`s about as destituted as a kid could be And I wish I wore a ring so I could hock it I`d like to hock it I seen A young girl in a parking lot preaching 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 survi-ival 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 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


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