(margie's At) The Lincoln Park Inn Lyrics - The Storyteller: The Anthology 1960-1983 - Bobby Bare

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 

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 

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 

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