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There's a Spanish train that runs between |
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Quadalquivir and old Seville |
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And at dead of night the whistle blows |
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And people fear she's running still... |
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And then they hush their children back to sleep |
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Lock the doors, upstairs they creep |
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For it is said that the souls of the dead |
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Fill that train ten thousand deep!! |
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Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side |
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His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died |
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But above his head just awaiting for the dead |
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Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye |
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Well God's not around and look what I've found this one's mine |
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Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light |
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And shouted at the devil Get thee hence to endless night |
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But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned |
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But there's no need to push me around, |
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I got him first so you can do your worst |
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He's going underground |
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But I think I'll give you one more chance |
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Said the Devil with a smile |
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So throw away that stupid lance |
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It's really not your style |
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Joker is the name |
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Poker is the game |
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We'll play right here on this bed, |
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And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet |
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The souls of the dead |
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And I said Look out, Lord, he's going to win, |
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The sun is down and the night is riding in, |
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That train is dead on time |
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Many souls are on the line |
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Oh Lord, he's going to win |
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Well the railwayman he cut the cards |
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And he dealt them each a hand of five |
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And for the Lord he was praying hard |
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For that train he'd have to drive... |
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Well the Devil he had three aces and a king |
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And the Lord he was running for a straight |
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He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades |
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All he needed was the eight |
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And then the Lord he called for one more card |
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But he drew the diamond eight |
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And the Devil said to the son of God |
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I believe you've got it straight |
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So deal me one for the time has come |
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To see who'll be the king of this place |
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But as he spoke from beneath his cloak |
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He slipped another ace |
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Ten thousand souls was the opening bid |
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And it soon went up to fifty-nine |
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But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did |
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And he said that suits me fine |
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I'll raise you high to hundred and five |
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And forever put an end to your sins |
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But the Devil let out a mighty shout, My hand wins |
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And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win |
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The sun is down and the night is riding in |
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That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line |
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Oh Lord, don't let him win... |
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Well that Spanish train still runs between |
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Quadalquivir and old Seville |
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And at dead of night the whistle blows |
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And people hear she's running still |
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And far away in some recess |
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The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess |
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The Devil still cheats and wins more souls |
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And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best |
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And I said Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win |
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The Sun is down and the night is riding in |
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That train is still on time |
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Oh my soul is on the line |
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Oh Lord, you've got to win |
