(margie`s At) The Lincoln Park Inn — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

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 cause 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
[ guitar ]
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
I`m almost out of cigarettes and Margie`s at the Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she`s there