Lyric Margie s At the Lincoln Park Inn

(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...