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