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CoupleEm in the next room, bound to win a prize D
They've been going at iGt all night lonAg D
Well, I'm tryingC to get some sleep, but these Gmotel walls are cheap C G
Lincoln Duncan Cis my name and here'sG my song, here's my song D Em
EmMy father was a fisherman, my mama was the fisherDman's friend
And I Gwas born in the boredom and theA chowder D
So when CI reached my prime, I left my hoGme in the MariCtimes G
CHeaded down the turnpike for NGew England, sweet New EnglDand Em
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EmHoles in my confidence, holes in the knDees of my jeans
I was left Gwithout a penny in mAy pocket. D
COo hoo hoo wee I waGs about destituted as a kidC could be G
And I wishedC I wore a ring so I couGld hock it, I'd like toD hock it Em
EmA young girl in a parking lot was preaching to a croDwd
Singing sacredG songs and reading from the BAible D
Well, I told Cher I was lost, and Gshe told me all abouCt the Pentecost G
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EmJust later on the very same night
when I crept toD her tent with a flashlight
and my long yeaGrs of innocence enAded D
Well, she took me Cto the woods, saying "HGere comes something Cand it feels so good!" G
And justC like a dog I wGas befriended I waDs befriended Em
EmOh, oh, what a night, Oh what a Dgarden of delight
Even now thGat sweet memory lingersA D
I was playinCg my guitar, lying Gunderneath thCe stars G
Just thankiCng the Lord for mGy fingers, for my Dfingers Em
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