God sent to Hezikai
A message from on high
You better get your house in order
For you must surely die
He turned to the wall in weeping
We see him there in tears
He got his business fixed all right
God spared him fifteen years
There's a little black train a comin'
Fix all your business right
There's a little black train a comin'
And it could 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
I see that train with engine
And one small baggage car
Your idle thoughts and wicked deeds
Will stop at the judgment bar
There's a little black train a comin'
Fix all your business right
There's a little black train a comin'
And it could be here tonight
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 sight
O Lord won't you please spare me
I see my wicked plight
Have mercy, Lord, upon me
Please come and set me right
The Death had fixed his shackles
Upon his chain so tight
Before he got his business fixed
The train rolled in that night
There's a little black train a comin'
Fix all your business right
There's a little black train a comin'
And it could be here tonight