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 roarin' down that line
So all he's got to worry about is time
He sits in the breakhouse, his hands out to the fire
Movin' through his memories of love and desire
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 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'd come by in the evening to find out where he'd been
He'd say come on sit down kid, where shall I begin?
And I'd say you know my favorite, though you know I like the rest
But I love the way you tell me of your Corey the best
And so I'd hear his life long love recreated by his tongue
He'd turn back the years, she'd seem forever young
Though the other stories changed as they rolled through his head
He'd say the same words about Corey just before he went to bed
And then he'd send me away but he'd be smiling as he said
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 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
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 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
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 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 found 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
NO CHORD
For we know that God cares
They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own
When at last I looked up I saw I was not alone
Standing there in silence, with a shawl around her head
Was a beautiful young woman, I remember what she said
Em A Em - A
I nodded my head yes
That brought a soft smile from her
She said it's time he got some rest
So I said if you're a relative he had a peaceful end
That's when she said my name is Corey
You could 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 see a busted down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely site
You may wonder why a young man would work out here alone
The job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones
And I confess I get to missing the old man a bit
Yes there's one other reason I guess I could admit
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 you
She enfolds me in her world