Little Black Train, The

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   There’s a little black train a comin
   Set your business right
   There’s a little black train a comin
   And it may be here tonight

   Go tell that ball room lady
   All dressed in the worldly pride
   That death’s dark train is coming
   Prepare to take a ride

God sent to Hezikai
A message from on high
You better set your house in order
For you must surely die

He turned to the wall in weeping
We see and hear his tears
He got his business fixed all right
God spared him fifteen years

We see that train with engine
And one small baggage car
Your idle thoughts and wicked deeds
Will stop at the judgment bar

That poor young man in darkness
Cares not for the gospel light
Til suddenly he hears the whistle blow
And the little black train in site

Have mercy on me lord
Please come and set me right
Before he got his business fixed
The train rolled in that night