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Chris de Burgh - Spanish Train
מחבר ומלחין: Chris de Burgh
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There's a Spanish train that runs
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Between Quadelquidir
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And old Seville
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And at dead of night the whistle
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Blows and people hear
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She's running still
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And then they hush their children
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Back to sleep
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Lock the doors upstairs they creep
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For it is said that the souls
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Of the dead fill up the train
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Ten thousand deep
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Well a railway-man lay dying
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With his people by his side
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His family were crying knelt
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In prayer before he died
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But above his bed just awaiting
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For the dead was the
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Devil with a twinkle in
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His eye
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'Well, God's not around look
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what I've found? This one's mine'
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Just then the Lord himself
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Appeared in a blinding
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Flash of light
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And shouted at the devil
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'get thee hence to endless night'
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But the devil just grinned
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And said 'I may have sinned
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But there's no need to
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Push me around
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I got here first so you can do
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Your worst
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He's going under ground'
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'Well I think I'll give you
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One more chance'
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Said the devil with a smile
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So throw away that stupid lance
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'It's really not your style'
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Joker is the name
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Poker is the game
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We'll play right here
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On this bed
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And then we'll bet for the
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Biggest stakes yet
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The souls of the dead
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And I said 'look out
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Lord he's gonna win
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The sun is down and
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The night's riding in
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That train is dead on time
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Many souls are on the line
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Oh Lord, he's gonna win'
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He cut the cards
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And he dealt each a hand of five
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And for the Lord
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He was praying hard
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For that train he'd have to drive
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Well, the devil
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He had three aces and a king
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And the Lord he was running
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For a straight he had
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The queen and the knave
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The nine and ten of spades
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All he needed was the eight
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He called for one more card
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But he drew the diamond eight
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And the devil said
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To the Son of God,
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'I believe you've got it straight
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So deal me one for
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The time has come to see
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Who'll be the king of this place'
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But as he spoke from beneath
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His cloak he slipped another ace
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Was the opening bid
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But it soon went up to fifty-nine
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But the Lord didn't see
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What the devil did and he said,
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'that suits me fine.'
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I'll raise you high to
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A hundred-five and forever
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Put an end to your sins
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But the devil let out a mighty
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Shout 'my hand wins'
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And i said 'Lord oh Lord
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You let him win
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The sun is down and the
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Night's riding in
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That train is dead on time
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Many souls are on the line
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Oh Lord
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Don't let him win
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Still runs between
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Quadelquidir and old Seville And
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At dead of night The Whistle Blows
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And people fear she's running still
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And far away in some recess
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The Lord and the devil
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Are now playing chess
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The devil still cheats
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And wins more souls
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And as for the Lord well
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he's just doing his best
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And I said 'Lord, oh Lord
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You've gotta win
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The sun is down and the
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Night's riding in
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The train is still on time
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Oh my soul is on the line
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Oh Lord, you've got to win'
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