Liz Anderson - Margie's At The Lincoln Park Inn lyrics

His name's in the paper where he took the boy scouts to hike

His hands are all dirty from working on our little boy's bike

The preacher came by and we talked for a minute with him

Now I'm here in the kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she's there cause she's been there before

But he made a promise that he wouldn't cheat anymore

He tries to ignore it but he knows she's in there my friend

His mind's on a number and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

Next Sunday it's his turn to speak to the young people's class

And they'll expect answers to all of the questions they'll ask

Oh what would they say if he spoke on a modern day sin

And all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park Inns

The bike is all fixed and our little boy's in bed asleep

His little old puppy is curled in a ball at his feet

And I'm baking cookies to feed to my Bridge Club again

He's almost out of cigarettes and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn

And I know why she's there