Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that runs between Guedal Kivir and Old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows and people hear She's running still and then they hushed their children back to sleep Lock the doors upstairs. They creeped for it is said that the souls of the dead fill that train 10,000 deep well a well a manly dying with his people by his side

His family were crying, Elton Drem, before he died. But above his bed, just awaiting for the dead was the devil with a twinkle in his eye. Well, God's not around, and look what I found!

This one's mine! Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light, and shouted at the devil, Get me hands to endless night! But the devil just grinned and said I may have sinned but the snow-litop pushed me around I got in for so you can do your worst And more chance is ever-dever with a smile

So throw away that stupid lance It's really not your style Joker is the name, poker is the game We play right here on the sped And then we'll bet for the bigger stakes yet The souls of the day The way man he cut the cards, and he dealt them each a hand of five.

And for the Lord he was praying hard, for that train he had to drive. Well, a devil he had three aces and a king and the Lord he was running for a straightie. He had the queen and the nave and nine and ten of spades.

All he needed was the eight. And then the Lord he called for one more card. But he drew the dire date. And the devil said to the son of God, I believe you've got it straight.