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
They expect answers to all of the questions they ask
What would they say if I spoke of the modern day sins
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...
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- THE STORYTELLER: THE ANTHOLOGY 1960-1983
- Darker Than Light
- The Best of Bobby Bare
- Down & Dirty
- Drunk And Crazy
- Sleeper Wherever I Fall
- Bare
- Me and McDill
- Sings Lullabys, Legends And Lies
- What Am I Gonna Do?
- Where Have All The Seasons Gone
- I Need Some Good News Bad
- This Is Bare Country
- Your Husband, My Wife
- The Real Thing
- Folsom Prison Blues
- The Game Of Triangles
- A Bird Named Yesterday
- This I Believe
- The Streets Of Baltimore