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 lane   So, all he's got to worry 'bout is time      I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been   He says, ?Come on sit down kid, where shall I begin??   He starts telling 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 was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew   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   Well 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 saw that old John Joseph would tell stories no more      The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were there   Me and the gravedigger we heard the parson's prayer   He 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 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?   That's when she said, ?My name is Corey you can 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   To 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 midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?   And like he told me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her world