I'll catch the tramline in the morning 
With your leave Van Bushell said 
He had further heard the cock 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