Well that little black train of Death,
It's coming 'round the bend
It's coming for my Momma
But she ain't ready yet
She said, "Death won't you leave me be,
For I ain't had my store,
And if Death comes knocking
Don't answer the door"
Well that little black train of Death,
It's coming 'round the bend
It's coming for my Daddy
But he ain't ready yet
He said, "Death, won't you leave me be,
For I ain't bound to die,
And your touch I reject,
Your embrace I deny"
Well that little black train of Death,
It's coming for all of you
You can run and you can hide
But there ain't nothing you can do
For Death won't leave you be,
'Till he is satisfied,
So put your house in order, boys,
We're all bound to die
