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Duncan [Am] - Paul Simon

[Am]Couple in the next room, [G]bound to win a prize
They've been [C]going at it [D]all night [G]long
Well, I'm [F]tryna get some [C]sleep but these [F]motel walls are [C]cheap
Lincoln [F]Duncan is my [C]name and here's my [G]song, here's my [Am]song

[Am]My father was a fisherman, my [G]mama was a fisherman's friend
And I was [C]born in the [D]boredom and the [G]chowder
So [F]when I reached my [C]prime I [F]left my home in the Mari[C]times
[F]Headed down the [C]turnpike for New England, [G]sweet New Eng[Am]land

[Am]Holes in my confidence, [G]holes in the knees of my jeans
I was [C]left without a [D]penny in my [G]pocket
[F]Ooh-ooh-[C]wee, I was about as [F]destituted as a [C]kid could be
And I [F]wished I wore a [C]ring so I could [G]hock it, 
I'd like to [Am]hock it

[Am]A young girl in a parking lot was [G]preaching to a crowd
Singing [C]sacred songs and [D]reading from the [G]Bible
Well, I [F]told her I was [C]lost and she 
[F]told me all about the [C]Pentecost
And I've [F]seen that girl as the [C]road to my [G]surviv[Am]al

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[Am]Just later on the very same night when I 
[G]crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my [C]long years of [D]innocence [G]ended
Well, she [F]took me to the [C]woods saying
[F]here comes something and it feels so [C]good
And [F]just like a [C]dog I was be[G]friended, I was [Am]befriended

[Am]Oh, oh, what a night, oh, what a [G]garden of delight
Even [C]now, that sweet [D]memory [G]lingers
I was [F]playing my [C]guitar, lying [F]underneath the [C]stars
Just [F]thanking the [C]Lord for my [G]fingers, for my [Am]fingers

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