Lincoln Park Inn

#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # 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