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There's a Spanish train that runs between |
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Guadalquivir 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 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 a-waiting 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, 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, 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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Or 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 sin", |
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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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Guadalquivir 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 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..." |
