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

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Written by: Paul Simon

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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:

Oscar Montesinos

Setiembre 1972, habia terminado mi carrera como ingeniero , vivia con mis oadres y hermanos , antes de partir a Lima , escuche esa cancion con mucha atencion,esa tarde antes de embarcarme al pasar los años , esta cancion marco mi rumbo, la letra dixce algo similar , cuando alguien se va de casa a una guerra a una batalla por la suoervivencia , como el espartano se despedia ante su madre quien le daba el escudo y le decia vuelven con el escudo o sobre el , pero hay que ir a lucha diaria en las labores para lo cual uno se formo, han pasado los años y siempre fui GANADOR y si algun dia flaqueo , escucho esta musica que me levanta el espiritu y fortalece mi alma, he pasado por muchas tempestades como Ulises en su Odisea e hice las tareas mas dificiles como Hercules , pasaron los años aqui estoy ganador, hoy jubilado como Ingeniero , pero sigo laborando en los mercados bursatiles, hasta el dia de hoy me acompaño toda esa experiencia de solucionar pequeños problemas antes que se hagan GRANDES (PREVENSION) LA PERSEVERANCIA , LA CREENCIA Y LA PACIENCIA TIENEN PREMIO EN ESTA VIDA , PASAJERA mucha gente la llama suerte mas no es asi , cada dia se hace algo la suma de estas acciones es el exito, pero solo se logra cuando uno tiene objetivos y metas claras y mantener el rumbo a traves de la lenea irreversible del tiempo se llega se llega a buen puerto

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

@K. Kistler .

K. Kistler

But you used an exclamation point.

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.

Arthur Lipner - Archive

very well said, thank you

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

Dan Schwartz

For years I thought the name in the song was Dinkin Duncan, and I thought that was such a strange and unrealistic name. I'm not sure when I realized the first name was Lincoln, it must have been at least 10 years after I first heard the song (which I always loved).

Bruce Stump

I remember listening to this when I was a kid. Couldn't pick out all the words then. , but now since they're written right there. I can make them out. I wonder how many copies that song song?

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