Bobby Bare (margie`s At) The Lincoln Park Inn Lyrics

(margie`s At) The Lincoln Park Inn Lyrics

My names in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike

My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike

The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him

My wife's in the kitchen and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn



And I know why she's there I've been there before

But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore

I try to ignore it but I know she's in there my friend

My mind's on a number and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn



Next Sunday it's my turn to speak to the young peoples' class

And they expect answers to all the questions they ask

What would they say if I spoke on a modern day sin?

And all of the Margie's and all of the Lincoln Park Inns



The bike is all fixed and my little boy's in bed asleep

His little warm puppy is curled in a ball at my feet

My wife's baking cookies to feed to the bridge club again

I'm almost out of cigarettes and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she's there