Duncan

My father was a fisherman
my mama was a 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
It's left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee I's about as
destituted as a kid could be
And I wish 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
singin 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 survi-ival

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 sayin'
"Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended