Old John Joseph was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard
When they took away the trains
And only one run a week comes on roaring down that line
So all he's got to worry about is time
I come by in the evening to hear about
Where he's been
He says come on sit down kid
Where shall I begin
He starts telling me the stories
Of the glories of his past
But he always saves the story
Of his corey for the last
And he says
My Corey's coming
No more sad stories coming
My midnight moonlight morning glory's
Coming aren't you girl
And like I told you when she holds you
She enfolds you in her world
I was quite surprised to find out
All the places that he knew
And so I asked the townfolk
If his stories were true
They said old John was born here
He's lived here all his life
He's never had a woman
Let alone a wife
And very soon you'll find out
As you check around
That no one named Corey's
Ever lived in this town
So I chided the old man
About the truth that I had heard
He smiled and said
Reality is only just a word
And he says my Corey's coming
No more sad stories coming
My midnight moonlight morning glory's
Coming aren't you girl
And like I told you when she holds you
She enfolds you in her world
I came by one evening
But he did not hear my shout
I looked in the window and saw the fire was out
When he would not wake up
I forced in the door
And found that old John Joseph
Would tell stories no more
The scene at the graveyard
Just three of us were there
Me and the gravedigger we heard
The parson's prayer
He said we need not grieve for this man
For we know that god cares
They put the cold dirt over him
And left me on my own
And when at last I looked up
I saw I was not alone
So I said if you're a relative
He had a peaceful end
That when she said
My name is corey
You can say I'm just a friend
Corey's coming no more sad stories coming
My midnight moonlight morning glory's
Coming aren't you girl
And like I told you when she holds you
She enfolds you in her world
So that's the old man's story
I'm glad you came tonight
You say a busted down old railroad yard
Sure makes a lonely sight
You may wonder why a young man
Would work out here alone
Well the job pays enough to keep
Some flesh on my bones
And I confess
I get to missing the old man a bit
And there's one other reason
I guess I should admit
Can't you see my Corey's coming
No more sad stories coming
My midnight moonlight morning glory's
Coming aren't you girl
And like he told me when she holds me
She enfolds me in her world
