Текст (слова) песни: Bobby Bare - Margie`s At the Lincoln Park Inn
(Tom T. Hall)
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 They expect answers to all of the questions they ask What would they say if I spoke of the modern day sins 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 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...
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