Statler Brothers - Margie's At The Lincoln Park Inn - Текст песни

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

And 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 serve to the Bridge Club again

And I'm almost out of cigarettes Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

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