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 thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
