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LINCOLN PARK INN
by Bobby Bare
My names in the paper where I took the boy scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from workin' on my little boys bike
The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him
My wife's in the kitchen and Marjorie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she's there,she's been there before
But I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore
I try to ignore it but I know she's in there my friend
My minds on a number and Marjories at the Lincoln Park Inn
Next Sunday it's my mind to speak to the young peoples class
They'll 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 Marjories,and 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 if cigarettes
and Marjorie's at the Lincoln Park Inn
And I know why she's there
