Cortelia Clark

I was just a boy the year
 The bluebird special came through here
 On its first run south to New Orleans
 A blind old man and I we came
 To Guthrie just to see the trains
 He was black and I was green
 Tell me what you see, he said
 Is the engine black or red, son
 Why that's the lightest thing
 I've ever seen
 Then he picked his guitar up
 Sat on the fender of the truck
 And his eyes lit up
 As he began to sing
 I remember when
 That old man's dreams were chained
 To a depot down in Guthrie
 And a bluebird special train
 He picked his guitar up
 Shuffled down the walk
 The cars uptown wound round
 The buildings at his feet
 Lookin' mighty proud
 That old man
 With his battered hat in his hand
 Lord, he sung a song, it made me weep
 I read it in a week old paper
 That no one made it for his wake
 Or laid a single flower at his feet
 He was just some blind old beggar
 They all said
 But Lord, I'll wager
 He won't be beggin' on your streets
 And you'll find him Lord, this morning
 He'll be stepping from the dark
 Would you save a street in glory, Lord
 For Cortelia Clark?
 I was just a boy the year
 The bluebird special came through here
 On its first run south to New Orleans
 A blind old man and I, we came
 To Guthrie just to see the trains
 He was black I was green