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Until the age of 35 he never knew his true name, despite always knowing he was adopted.
Up 'til then he thought of himself as Mitchell D. Krol, and truth to tell he still does. For sure
most his friends keep on calling him Mitch. That’s fine by him. What’s the sense losin’
friends jus 'cos 'ol daddy James Junkin only had the wit to call him Junior?
Tell ya for nuthin’ t’ain’t no sense at all. Still, he is who he is, no point denyin’ the truth. Krol wrote songs and I reckon no reason James shouldn’t either, long as he do best what he know. And what do he know? he know the shame of jail after fightin’ with his true love. He know the business end of a knife stuck in him by a lodger gone crazy on drugs. Leastways he know a few half-assed licks on his Dobro. |