Original rock and roll with a classic rock feel.
Story behind the song
A story about fighting the demons within us all
Lyrics
Good ole Mr. Jenkins
He’s still running strong
With his cold, cruel stare and his jet black hair
He is the writing on the wall
Let me tell you something about him
If you don’t know what to do
He doesn’t have to look you in the eyes
He’s already inside of you
Ain’t nothing to be afraid of
No reason to be scared
He’ll meet you at the crossroads at the strike of twelve
And you’d better be there
Aimlessly wandering, feeling all alone
No reason I should feel left out, out in the cold
There’s days it wouldn’t bother me playing in his hands
But then again there’s days I need to finally take my stand
There’s questions he could answer me running ‘round inside
But every man who tells these tales has learned them when he’s died
Good ole Mr. Jenkins
Don’t try to run away
It’s been so long but the feeling’s gone
And I don’t mind if I stay
