Lyrics:

Ill 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 youll pay me twenty dollars
Before you leave my farm

Van Bushell saw the hook
Which replaced Josephs hand
He said now calm you down my brother
Lets discuss this man to man

Its no good you getting angry
We must try to act our age
Youre pursuing your convictions
Like some hermit in a cage

Youre 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
Youre 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 cant waste my time
So move aside and let me go my way
Ive 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 theres two men lying dead as nails
On an East Virginia farm
For charitys an argument
That only leads to harm

So be careful when theyre kind to you
Dont you end up in the dirt
Just remember what Im saying to you
And you likely wont get hurt