Corey's Coming

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 got to worry 'bout is time
 I come by in the evening, to hear 'bout where hes been
 He says "come on, sit down kid, where shall I begin?"
 He starts tellin 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 mid-night, moonlight, morning glory's coming, aren't ya 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
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 And so I asked the towns folk if his stories were true
 "Well," 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 'bout the truth that I had heard
 But he smiled and said, "Reality is only just a word"
 Can't you see my Corey's coming?
 No more sad stories, coming
 My mid-night, moonlight, morning glory's coming, aren't ya 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 I saw the fire was out
 When he would not wake up, I forced in the door
 And I saw that old John Joseph would tell stories no more
 The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were there
 Me and the grave digger, we heard the parson's prayer
 He said, "We need not grieve for this man, for we know that God cared"
 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"
 Thats when she said, "My name is Corey, you can say I'm just a friend"
 Corey's coming
 
 No more sad stories, coming
 My mid-night, moonlight, morning glory's coming, aren't ya 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
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 You see 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 could admit
 Can't you see my Corey's coming?
 No more sad stories, coming
 My mid-night, moonlight, morning glory's coming, aren't ya girl?
 And like he told me, when she holds me, she enfolds me in her world