Текст (слова) песни: Tom T. Hall - (margie`s At) The Lincoln Park Inn
My name`s in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike My hands`re 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`s at the Lincoln Park Inn And I know why she`s there cause I`ve been there before But I made her a promise that I wouldn`t cheat anymore I tried to ignore it but I know she`s in there my friend My mind`s on a number and Margie`s at the Lincoln Park Inn [ guitar ] Next Sunday it`s my turn to speak to the young people`s class They expect answers to all of the questions they ask What would they say if I spoke on a modern day sin And all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park Inns The bike is all fixed and my little boy`s in bed asleep His little old 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`s at the Lincoln Park Inn And I know why she`s there
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