Mrs. Molly Jenkins sells her wares in town
Saturdays, in the evening, when the farmhands come around
And she sows all their names in her gown
Ah, but is she happy?
no no no
She wants a better home and a better kind of life
But how is she going to get the things she wants,
The things she needs as some poor wretch of a farmer's wife

He trades the milk for booze
And Molly wants new shoes
And as she snuggles down
With a stranger in some back of the barroom bed
It's much too dark to the see the stranger
So she thinks of shoes instead

Old Man Horace Jenkins stays at home to tend to his schemes
Sends for pictures of black stockings
On paper legs with paper seams a
And he drinks til' he drowns in his dreams
Ah, but is he happy?
No, no, no
He wants to be reborn to lead the pious life
But how's he going to going shed his boozy dreams
When he has to bear the cross of a wicked wife
She claims to visit shows
And he pretends that's where she goes

And as he snuggles down to his reading
In a half-filled marriage bed
He's so ashamed of what he's reading
That he gets blind-drunk instead

Sunday breakfast with the Jenkins
They break the bread and cannot speak
She reads the rustling of his paper
He reads the way her new shoes squeak
And pray God to survive one more week
Ah, but are they happy?
You'd be surprised... between the bed and the booze and the shoes
They suffer least who suffer what they choose

Lyrics submitted by Siren05

American Gothic song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top