Thereґs a spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old seville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people hear sheґs 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 dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep
Well a railwayman 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 godґs not around and look what iґve found
This oneґs 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 thereґs no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do your worst
Heґs going underground
But i think iґll give you one more chance
Said the devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance
Itґs really not your style
Joker is the name poker is the game
Weґll play right here on this bed
And then weґll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the dead
And i said look out lord heґs 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, heґs going to win
Well the railwayman he cut the cards