Spanish Train

So deal me one for the time has come
And he dealt them each a hand of five
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades
And then the Lord he called for one more card
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
Fill that train ten thousand deep

But he drew the diamond eight
And shouted at the devil, get thee hence to endless night!
The sun is down and the night is riding in

And he said that suits me fine
Or that train he'd have to drive
And I said Look out, Lord, he's going to win
But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead
And far away in some recess
And the Lord, he was running for a straight
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
He slipped another ace
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye
Oh Lord, he's going to win

I got him first so you can do your worst he's going underground
To see who'll be the king of this place
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!!

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
Guadalquivir and old Seville

But I think I'll give you one more chance said the Devil with a smile
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
But the Devil let out a mighty shout
The sun is down and the night is riding in
Well that Spanish train still runs between
And at dead of night the whistle blows
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Devil said to the son of God
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best
And it soon went up to fifty-nine
Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right here on this bed
Well the railwayman he cut the cards

The Devil still cheats and wins more souls
Well God's not around and look what I've found this one's mine!
And forever put an end to your sins
The Sun is down and the night is riding in
And at dead of night the whistle blows
For it is said that the souls of the dead
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
I'll raise you high to hundred and five
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died

Well a railwaymen lay dying with his people by his side

All he needed was the eight
And I said Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak
Oh Lord, don't let him win
And people fear she's running still
I believe you've got it straight
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did
But there's no need to push me around
So throw away that stupid lance, it's really not your style
And people hear she's running still

But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned

And then they hush their children back to sleep

And for the Lord he was praying hard

My hand wins
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line