Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn - Bobby Bare

Written by：Tom T. Hall

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

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

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 of the modern day sins

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