Paul Simon - Duncan

^EmCouple in the next room ^DBound to win a prize they've been ^Ggoin' at it ^Aall night ^Dlong Well I'm ^Ctryin to get some s^Gleep but these ^Cmotel walls are ch^Geap Lincoln Dun^Ccan is my nam^Ge and here's my ^Dsong here's my ^Emsong

^EmMy father was a fisherman my m^Dama was a fisherman's friend And I w^Gas born in the bo^Aredom and the c^Dhowder. So w^Chen I reached my prime ^G I left my h^Come in the marit^Gimes ^Cheaded down the t^Gurnpike for New En^Dgland, Sweet New Eng^Emland.

^EmHoles in my confidence ho^Dles in the knees of my jeans I's le^Gft without a p^Aenny in my po^Dcket Oo^C hoo hoo we^Ge I's a - bout des^Ctituted as a kid^G could be And I wish I^C wore a ri^Gng so I could ^Dhock it I'd like to ho^Emck it

^EmA young girl in a parking lot was p^Dreachin to a crowd singin. ^Gsacred songs and readi^Ang from the bib^Dle Well I ^Ctold her I was ^Glost and she ^Ctold me all about the Pent^Gecost And I ^Cseen that girl as the ^Groad to my survi^Dv - - - - - - ^Emal

J^Emust latter on the very same night when I ^Dcrept to her tent with a flashlight and my ^Glong years of in^Anocence ^Dended Well she ^Ctook me to the ^Gwoods sayin' ^C"Here comes somethin' and it fe^Gels so good!" And jus^Ct like a do^Gg I was befr^Diended I was bef^Emriended

^EmOh oh what a nig^Dht Oh what a garden of delight Even n^Gow that sweet^A memory ling^Ders. I was ^Cplayin' my guitar ^G lying under^Cneath the stars ^G Just ^Cthankin' the ^Glord for my ^Dfingers for my ^Emfingers