Songtext Margie's at the lincoln park inn Tom T. Hall

Margie's at the lincoln park inn

My names in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boys bike
The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him
My wifes in the kitchen and margies at the lincoln park inn

And I know why shes there cause Ive been there before
But I made a promise that I wouldnt cheat anymore

I tried to ignore it but I know shes in there my friend
My minds on a number and margies at the lincoln park inn

Next sunday its my turn to speak to the young peoples 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 is in bed asleep
His little ol puppy is curled in a ball at my feet
My wifes baking cookies to feed to the bridge club again
Im almost out of cigarettes and margies at the lincoln park inn

And I know why shes there