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.

solo:

Holes in my confidence holes in the knees of my jeans I’s
left without a penny in my pocket Oo hoo hoo wee I’s a – bout
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 preachin 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 surviv – – – – – – al

solo :

Just latter 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

Oh oh what a night Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers. I was
playin’ my guitar lying underneath the stars Just
thankin’ the lord for my fingers for my fingers

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