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