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by Harry Chapin


Corey's Comin'
Harry Chapin

This is the best I could do, It's also only the second one i could find all over.  If 
don't like it, Fix it.


so really theres only 3 parts to the song... theres the first part of the verse, "Old 
Joseph...is time."  the second part of the verse "I come by...for the last."  and the 
 also the whole song is capo'd at 4 or 5.
capo 5
the chords (relative to capo) go:

pt1: , , , , , , 
pt2:, , , , , , 

Ch: , , , , , , , 
, 

:
e|-3----|
B|-3----|
G|-0----|
D|-0----|
A|-0----|
E|-2----|

:
e|-3----|
B|-3----|
G|-0----|
D|-0----|
A|-0----|
E|-0----|

*:
e|-0----|
B|-3----|
G|-2----|
D|-0----|
A|-----
E|-----

                                       
Old John Joseph was a man with two first names
                                                          

They left him in the railroad yard when they     took away the trains
                                             
Only one run a week comes on roaring down that line
                                  

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
                                    /sus2  *  
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 townfolk if his stories were true
                                                          
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
                                   /sus2  *  
But he smiled and said - Reality is only just a word.

                                        
I came by one evening but he did not hear my shout
                                        
I looked in the window and saw the fire was out
                                        
When he would not wake up I forced in the door
                                                
And found that Old John Joseph would tell stories no more.


The scene at the graveyard, three of us were there
                                      
Me and the gravedigger 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.
                                                
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
                                                
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
                               /sus2  *  
And there's one other reason I guess I should 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.