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  • 作曲 : P. SIMON
    Couple in the next room
    Bound to win a prize
    They've been going at it all night long
    Well, I'm trying 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-we I was about destituted
    As a kid could be
    And I wished 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
    Singing 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
  • 作曲 : P. SIMON
    Couple in the next room
    Bound to win a prize
    They've been going at it all night long
    Well, I'm trying 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-we I was about destituted
    As a kid could be
    And I wished 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
    Singing 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