Lyric Margie s At The Lincoln Park Inn

My name s 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 s at the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she s there cause I ve been there before
But I made 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 on a modern day sin
And all of the Margie s at all of the Lincoln Park Inns

The bike is all fixed and my little boy is in bed asleep
His little ol 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