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3 There's a little black train and an engine. And one small baggage car;
You won't need to have much baggage To come to the judgment bar.
4 O Death, why don't you spare me? I see my wicked plight.
Have mercy, Lord, to hear me, Come and set me right.
5 Oh, Death had fixed the shackles Around his throat so tight, Before he got his business fixed, The train rolled in that night.
6 They are men and women What love their sport and game, Yet Death is ridin' with them Will take them just the same.
7 Go tell that barroom lady, All filled with worldly pride,
That Death's black train's a-coming— Prepare to take a ride.
8 There's a rich old man in his darkness Says: "I have no such fears—
I'll build my barns a little larger, For I'll live a million years."
9 So while he sat there plannin', The God of power and might
Took the old fool to the judgment bar, So his soul's in the fire tonight. |
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