Harry Chapin - Corey's Coming Lyrics
Old John Joseph was a man with two first namesThey left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trainsOnly one run a week comes on roaring down that lineSo all he's got to worry 'bout is time.I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's beenHe says - Come on sit down Kid, where shall I begin?He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his pastBut he always saves the story of his Corey for the last.And he says - My Corey's coming. No more sad stories comingMy midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?And like I told you, when she holds youShe enfolds you in her world.I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knewAnd so I asked the townfolk if his stories were trueThey said - Old John was born here, he's lived here all his lifeHe's never had a woman, let alone a wife.And very soon you'll find out as you check aroundThat no one named Corey's ever lived in this townSo I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heardHe smiled and said - Reality is only just a word.I came by one evening but he did not hear my shoutI looked in the window and saw the fire was outWhen he would not wake up I forced in the doorAnd found that Old John Joseph would tell stories no more.The scene at the graveyard, three of us were thereMe and the gravedigger heard the parson's prayerHe 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 ownAnd when at last I looked up I saw I was not aloneSo I said - If you're a relative, he had a peaceful end.She said - My name is Corey - you can say I'm