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 And they expect answers to all of the questions they ask Oh 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 And his little 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's 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.
