I have a confession to make: I've always had a problem with songs that tell long, pathetic stories, especially the maudlin pop ballads that were popular in the early 70s. Call it a short attention span, but I tend to drift off somewhere around the second verse. It took me years to figure out what happened to Timothy when he was trapped in the mine. I'm still not sure exactly what happened on the night Chicago died or what Joey did to get the young singer's daddy so worked up. Even after 40 years, I don't know why the lights went out in Georgia, though I'm fairly sure that it involved hanging an innocent man.
But here's one I've always been able to follow (after the cigarette break):