The 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 cheep  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    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 a - bout destituted as a kid could be And I wish 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 surviv - - - - - - al    Just latter 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 playin’ my guitar   lying underneath the stars  Just thankin’ the lord for my fingers    for my fingers