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