Текст песни Tom T. Hall - (margie`s At) The Lincoln Park Inn
Tom T. Hall - (margie`s At) The Lincoln Park Inn слова песни
My name`s in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hikeMy hands`re all dirty from working on my little boy`s bikeThe preacher came by and I talked for a minute with himMy 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 beforeBut I made her a promise that I wouldn`t cheat anymoreI tried to ignore it but I know she`s in there my friendMy 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 classThey expect answers to all of the questions they askWhat would they say if I spoke on a modern day sinAnd all of the Margies at all of the Lincoln Park InnsThe bike is all fixed and my little boy`s in bed asleepHis little old puppy is curled in a ball at my feetMy wife`s baking cookies to feed to the Bridge Club againI`m almost out of cigarettes and Margie`s at the Lincoln Park InnAnd I know why she`s there