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