Couple in the next room bound to win a prizeThey've been going at it all night longWell, I'm tryin' to get some sleepBut these motel walls are cheapLincoln Duncan is my nameAnd here's my song, here's my songMy father was a fishermanMy mama was a fisherman's friendAnd I was born in the boredom and the chowderSo when I reached my primeI left my home in the MaritimesHeaded down the turnpike for New England, sweet New EnglandHoles in my confidenceHoles in the knees of my jeansI was left without a penny in my pocketOoh-oowee, I was about as destituted as a kid could beAnd I wished I wore a ring so I could hock itI'd like to hock itA young girl in a parkin' lotWas preaching to a crowdSinging sacred songs and reading from the BibleWell, I told her I was lostAnd she told all about the PentecostAnd I seen that girl as the road to my survivalI know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I knowJust later on the very same nightWhen I crept to her tent with a flashlightAnd my long years of innocence endedWell, she took me to the woodsSayin' "Here comes something, and it feels so good!"And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriendedOh, oh, what a nightOh, what a garden of delightEven now that sweet memory lingersI was playing my guitarLyin' underneath the starsJust thankin' the LordFor my fingersFor my fingersI know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know