I'll catch the tramline in the morning
With your leave Van Bushell said
He had further heard the @@#! crow

As he stumbled out the shed

Then blind Joseph came towards him

With a shotgun in his arms
He said you'll pay me twenty dollars
Before you leave my farm


Van Bushell saw the hook
Which replaced Joseph's hand

He said now calm you down my brother
Let's discuss this man to man


It's no good you getting angry
We must try to act our age
You're pursuing your convictions

Like some hermit in a cage

You're the son of your father

Try a little bit harder
Do for me as he would do for you
With blood and water bricks and mortar

He built for you a home
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own


Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle
And he emptied out the shells

Van Bushell he came towards him
He shook his arm and wished him well


He said now hey blind man that is fine
But I sure can't waste my time
So move aside and let me go my way

I've got a train to ride

Well Joseph turned around

His grin was now a frown
He said let me just refresh your mind
Your manners boy seem hard to find


Well there's two men lying dead as nails
On an East Virginia farm

For charity's an argument
That only leads to harm


So be careful when they're kind to you
Don't you end up in the dirt
Just remember what I'm saying to you

And you likely won't get hurt