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Duncan

Song Author Paul Simon Lyrics by: Paul Simon Performer: Paul Simon Submitted by: MagS
[Em]Couple in the next room [D]bound to win a prize
they've been [G]goin' at it [A]all night [D]long.
Well I'm [C]tryin to get some [G]sleep
but these [C]motel walls are [G]cheep
Lincoln [C]Duncan is my [G]name and here's my [D]song, here's my [Em]song.

[Em]My father was a fisherman, my [D]mama was a fisherman's friend
and [G]I was born in the [A]boredom and the [D]chowder.
So [C]when I reached my [G]prime
I left my [C]home in the [G]Maritimes
[C]headed down the [G]turnpike for New [D]England, sweet New [Em]England.

[C]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [Em]    [D]    [Em]    
[Em]Holes in my confidence [D]holes in the knees of my jeans
I's [G]left without a [A]peny in my [D]pocket.
[C]Oo, hoo, hoo, [G]wee,
I's about [C]destituted as a [G]kid could be
and I [C]wish I wore a [G]ring so I could [D]hock it, I'd like to [Em]hock it

[Em]A young girl in a parking lot was [D]preachin to a crowd
singin [G]sacred songs and [A]reading from the [D]bible
Well I [C]told her I was [G]lost
and she [C]told me all about the Pente[G]cost
and I [C]seen that girl as the [G]road to my sur[D]viv - - - - - - [Em]al   

[C]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [Em]    [D]    [Em]    
[Em]Just later on the very same night when I [D]crept to her tent
with a flashlight and my [G]long years of [A]innocence [D]ended.
Well she [C]took me to the [G]woods
sayin': "[C]Here comes somethin' and [G]it feels so good!"
And [C]just like a [G]dog I was be[D]friended, I was be[Em]friended

[Em]Oh, oh, what a nigh. [D]Oh, what a garden of delight
Even [G]now that sweet [A]memory [D]lingers
[C]playin' my gui[G]tar,
lying [C]underneath the [G]stars
Just [C]thankin' the [G]Lord for my [D]fingers, for my [Em]fingers

[C]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [C]    [G]    [Em]    [D]    [Em]    

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, sweet New England.


Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans
I's left without a peny in my pocket.
Oo, hoo, hoo, wee,
I's about 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 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 nigh. 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

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