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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