| 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 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 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 |