Mel Tillis
Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hikeMy hands're all dirty from working on my little boy's bikeThe preacher came by and I talked for a minute with himMy wife's in the kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park InnAnd I know why she's there I've been there beforeBut I made her a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymoreI tried to ignore it but I know she's in there my friendMy mind's on a number and Margie's at the Lincoln Park InnNext Sunday it's my turn to speak to the young people's classAnd they expect answers to all of the questions they askOh what would they say if I spoke on a modern day sinAnd all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park InnsThe bike is all fixed and my little boy's in bed asleepAnd his little puppy is curled in a ball at my feetMy wife's baking cookies to feed to the Bridge Club againI'm almost out of cigarettes and Margie's at the Lincoln Park InnAnd I know why she's there
From Letras Mania