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