| 歌曲 | Duncan - Live |
| 歌手 | Paul Simon |
| 歌手 | THE JESSY DIXON SINGERS |
| 歌手 | Urubamba |
| 专辑 | Paul Simon In Concert: Live Rhymin' |
| 作曲 : P. SIMON | |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : P. SIMON | |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| Oowe 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 | |
| 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 |