Well they said, “Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life
I looked in the window and I saw the fire was out
I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
That no one named Corey's ever lived in this town
And there's one other reason I guess I could admit
And when at last I looked up I saw I was not alone
He's never had a woman, let alone a wife”
He said, “We need not grieve for this man
That's when she said, “My name is Corey you can say I'm just a friend”
And I saw that old John Joseph would tell stories no more
And very soon you'll find out as you check around
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 only one run a week comes on roaring down that lane
I came by one evening but he did not hear my shout
The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were there
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
Well the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones
You may wonder why a young man would work out here alone
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
For we know that God cares”
So I said, “If you're a relative, he had a peaceful end”
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world"
And I confess I get to missing the old man a bit
He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his past
But he always saves the story of his Corey for the last
I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
He says, “Come on sit down kid, where shall I begin?”
So, all he's got to worry 'bout is time
When he would not wake up I forced in the door
Me and the gravedigger we heard the parson's prayer
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world
To see a busted down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely sight
They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own
So, that's the old man's story, I'm glad you came tonight
Well he smiled and said, “Reality is only just a word”
Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
And so I asked the towns folk if his stories were true
And he says, "My Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
