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Lyrics by: Tom T. Hall
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4 Mar '69 Country

Lyrics

My name's in the paper Where I took the boy scouts to hike 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 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 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 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

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