Текст (слова) песни: Tara MacLean - Margie`s At The Lincoln Park Inn
My name`s 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`s at the Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she`s there `cause I`ve been there before But I made 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 on a modern day sin And all of the Margie`s 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 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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