Margie's At The Lincoln Park Inn Lyrics - Ray Price

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 on a modern day sin 

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 

And I'm out of cigarettes and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn 

And I know why she's there