Duncan
Paul Simon Lyrics


Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been going at it all night long
Well, I'm tryin' 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 a 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
Ooh-oowee, I was about as 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 parkin' lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost
And she told all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

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
Sayin' "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
Lyin' underneath the stars
Just thankin' the Lord
For my fingers
For my fingers

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Paul Simon

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Carlos Alberto Díaz Cabrera

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......



H.M. de Visser

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 a 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-oowee, I was about as 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 parkin' lot was preaching to a crowd
singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost and she told 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 sayin' "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 lyin' underneath the stars
just thankin' the Lord for my fingers for my fingers ...

Writer(s): Paul Simon



Chris Sawyer

H.M. de Visser
H.M. de Visser
10 months ago
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 a 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-oowee, I was about as 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 parkin' lot was preaching to a crowd
singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost and she told 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 sayin' "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 lyin' underneath the stars
just thankin' the Lord for my fingers for my fingers ...

Writer(s): Paul Simon



pink phloid

Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been going at it all night long
Well, I'm tryin' 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 a 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 
Ooh-oowee, I was about as 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 parkin' lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost
And she told all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

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
Sayin' "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
Lyin' underneath the stars
Just thankin' the Lord
For my fingers
For my fingers

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know



All comments from YouTube:

tracy manning

I heard this in 7th grade on an 8-track tape driving around with my big brother in his Ford Ranchero. It changed everything for me, just knowing that things like this existed in the world.

Johnny Felcher

Thank you for sharing this. I love hearing things like this.

Colleen Wares

This is what great music does for us: opens our eyes wide.

Arthur Lipner - Archive

very well said, thank you

peter g

This man is a poet of the highest order.

Julia Hamilton

A gorgeous tune from one of America's greatest songwriters. Period!

Susan Thames

@Kenny Kistler .

Kenny Kistler

But you used an exclamation point.

Tom Power

a song billy joel wishes he could write

sean spencer

I wonder how PS and Gordie Lightfoot (two of my favourite guitarists) would do as a string duo? Legends in their own right they are! The result would/SHOULD be GREAT!

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