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    "Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn" Lyrics

    The Statler Brothers

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    (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
    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
    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
    Serve to the Bridge Club again
    And I'm almost out of cigarettes
    Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn.

    I'm almost out of cigarettes
    And Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn...
    This song was submitted on February 18th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Tom T. Hall.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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