There's a Spanish train that runs between

Guadalquivir and old Seville

And at dead of night the whistle blows

And people hear she's running still And then they hush their children back to sleep

Lock the doors, upstairs they creep

For it is said that the souls of the dead

Fill that train ten thousand deep Well a railwaymen lay dying with his people by his side

His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died

But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead

Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye

Well God's not around and look what I've found this one's mine! Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light

And shouted at the devil, get thee hence to endless night!

But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned

But there's no need to push me around

I got him first so you can do your worst he's going underground But I think I'll give you one more chance said the Devil with a smile

So throw away that stupid lance, it's really not your style

Joker is the name, Poker is the game, we'll play right here on this bed

And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, the souls of the dead!! And I said Look out, Lord, he's going to win

The sun is down and the night is riding in

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

Oh Lord, he's going to win Well the railwayman he cut the cards

And he dealt them each a hand of five

And for the Lord he was praying hard

Or that train he'd have to drive Well the Devil he had three aces and a king

And the Lord, he was running for a straight

He had the queen and the knave and the 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 diamond eight

And the Devil said to the son of God

I believe you've got it straight So deal me one for the time has come

To see who'll be the king of this place

But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak

He slipped another ace Ten thousand souls was the opening bid

And it soon went up to fifty-nine

But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did

And he said that suits me fine I'll raise you high to hundred and five

And forever put an end to your sins

But the Devil let out a mighty shout

My hand wins And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win

The sun is down and the night is riding in

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

Oh Lord, don't let him win Well that Spanish train still runs between

Guadalquivir and old Seville

And at dead of night the whistle blows

And people fear she's running still And far away in some recess

The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess

The Devil still cheats and wins more souls

And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best And I said Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win

The Sun is down and the night is riding in

That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line

Oh Lord, you've got to win