(Margie's At) The Lincoln Park Inn - Bobby Bare

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