Letra de Duncan [Live] - Paul Simon

Duncan
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, I�d like to hock it.
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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