(Margie’s At) The Lincoln Park Inn

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My names 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 is at the Lincoln Park Inn [Verse 2] And I know why she's there I've been there before But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore I try to ignore it but I know she's in there my friend My mind's on a number and Margie is at the Lincoln Park Inn [Verse 3] Next Sunday it's my turn to speak to the young peoples' class And they expect answers to all the questions they ask What would they say if I spoke on a modern day sin? And all of the Margie's and all of the Lincoln Park Inns [Verse 4] The bike is all fixed and my little boy's in bed asleep His little warm 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 is at the Lincoln Park Inn And I know why she's there