Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been going out at 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...
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