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 the 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 was left without a penny in my pocket 
Oo-o wee I was 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 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 survival 

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 
Saying here comes something 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 playing my guitar 
Lying underneath the stars 
Just thanking the Lord 
For my fingers 
For my fingers