Текст (слова) песни: Paul Simon - Duncan

Words & music by paul simon

Couple in the next room

Bound to win a prize

Theyve been goin at it all night long

Well Im tryin 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 a 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

Its left without a penny in my pocket

Oo-o wee is about as

Destituted as a kid could be

And I wish I wore a ring

So I could hock it Id like to hock it

A young girl in a parking lot

Was 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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