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Whoops I left out the best verse But it's down here in the lyrics.






Duncan

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Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize they've been
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goin' at it all night long Well I'm tryin to get some sleep but these
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motel walls are cheep Lincoln Duncan is my name and here's my
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song here's my song


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My father was a fisherman my mama was a fisherman's friend And
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I was born in the boredom and the chowder So
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when I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes
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headed down the turnpike for New England

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Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I's
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left without a penny in my pocket Oo hoo hoo wee I's a - bout
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destituted as a kid could be And I wish I wore a ring so I could
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hock it I'd like to hock it


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A young girl in a parking lot was preachin to a crowd singin.
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sacred songs and reading from the bible Well I
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told her I was lost and she told me all about the Pentecost And I
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seen that girl as the road to my surviv - - - - - - al


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Just latter on the very same night when I
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crept to her tent with a flashlight and my long years of innocence
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ended Well she took me to the woods sayin'
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"Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!" And just like a dog I was
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befriended I was befriended


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Oh oh what a night Oh what a garden of delight
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Even now that sweet memory lingers
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playin' my guitar lying underneath the stars Just
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thankin' the lord for my fingers for my fingers


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