[00:00.00] 作曲 : P. SIMON
[00:16.73]Couple in the next room
[00:18.68]Bound to win a prize
[00:20.88]They’ve been going at it all night long
[00:26.04]Well, I’m trying to get some sleep
[00:28.12]But these motel walls are cheap
[00:30.76]Lincoln Duncan is my name
[00:33.14]And here’s my song, here’s my song
[00:38.08]
[00:41.88]My father was a fisherman
[00:43.91]My mama was the fisherman’s friend
[00:46.29]And I was born in the boredom
[00:48.75]And the chowder
[00:51.49]So when I reached my prime
[00:53.80]I left my home in the Maritimes
[00:56.62]Headed down the turnpike for
[00:58.79]New England, sweet New England
[01:04.27]
[01:27.99]Holes in my confidence
[01:30.00]Holes in the knees of my jeans
[01:32.42]I was left without a penny in my pocket
[01:37.91]Oo-we, I was about destituted
[01:41.29]As a kid could be
[01:42.77]And I wished I wore a ring
[01:44.67]So I could hock it, I’d like to hock it.
[01:50.48]
[01:53.20]A young girl in a parking lot
[01:55.57]Was preaching to a crowd
[01:57.79]Singing sacred songs and reading
[02:00.00]From the Bible
[02:03.13]Well, I told her I was lost
[02:05.47]And she told me all about the Pentecost
[02:08.18]And I seen that girl as the road
[02:10.16]To my survival
[02:14.55]
[02:22.27]I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
[02:28.26]
[02:39.12]Just later on the very same night
[02:41.46]When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
[02:44.14]And my long years of innocence ended
[02:49.12]Well, she took me to the woods
[02:51.44]Saying here comes something and it feels so good
[02:54.08]And just like a dog I was befriended
[02:58.30]I was befriended
[03:03.50]
[03:04.58]Oh, oh, what a night
[03:07.24]Oh, what a garden of delight
[03:09.24]Even now that sweet memory lingers
[03:14.41]I was playing my guitar
[03:16.72]Lying underneath the stars
[03:19.17]Just thanking the Lord
[03:21.30]For my fingers
[03:23.90]For my fingers
[03:29.45]
[03:33.46]I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...
[03:38.13]

作曲 : P. 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
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
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
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know...