Margies at The Lincoln Park Inn — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

My names in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike

My hands are all dirty from working on my little boys bike

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

My wifes in the kitchen and margies at the lincoln park inn



And I know why shes there cause Ive been there before

But I made a promise that I wouldnt cheat anymore



I tried to ignore it but I know shes in there my friend

My minds on a number and margies at the lincoln park inn



Next sunday its my turn to speak to the young peoples 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 is in bed asleep

His little ol puppy is curled in a ball at my feet

My wifes baking cookies to feed to the bridge club again

Im almost out of cigarettes and margies at the lincoln park inn



And I know why shes there