My name's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
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My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
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The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him
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My wife's in the kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
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And I know why she's there 'cause I've been there before
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But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore
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I tried to ignore it but I know she's in there my friend
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My mind's on a number and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
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Next Sunday it's my turn to speak to the young people's class
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They expect answers to all of the questions they ask
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What would they say if I spoke on a modern day sin
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And all of the Margie's at all of the Lincoln Park Inns
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The bike is all fixed and my little boy is in bed asleep
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His little ol' puppy is curled in a ball at my feet
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My wife's baking cookies to feed to the bridge club again
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I'm almost out of cigarettes and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
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And I know why she's there
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Margie's At The Lincoln Park Inn
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| Tom T. Hall |
