Spanish Train Lyrics

There’s a Spanish train that runs between
Quadalquivir and Old Seville,
In the 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 the souls of the dead fill that train...
Ten thousand deep!

Well a railway man lay dying,
With his people by his side.
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died.
But above his bed, just awating 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 here 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 gonna win,
The sun is down and the night it’s riding in.
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord... he gonna win!
Well the railway man he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five,
And for the Lord he was praying hard
For 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 the 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 will 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,
Soon it 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 a 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 it’s 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
Quadalquivir 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 it’s riding in.
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line,
Oh Lord... you’ve got to win.”