Duncan - Live Lyrics

Song	Duncan - Live
Artist	Paul Simon
Artist	THE JESSY DIXON SINGERS
Artist	Urubamba
Album	Paul Simon In Concert: Live Rhymin'
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	作曲 : P. SIMON
	作词 : 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

	zuo qu : P. SIMON
	zuo ci : 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
	Oowe 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

	zuò qǔ : P. SIMON
	zuò cí : 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
	Oowe 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

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