Well that little black train of Death, it's comin' 'round the bend
It's comin' 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 a-knocking, don't answer the door
If Death comes a-knocking, don't answer the door"

Well that little black train of Death, it's comin' 'round the bend
It's comin' 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
Your touch I reject, your embrace I deny"

Well that little black train of Death, it's comin' 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 get your house in order, boys, we're all bound to die
I said get your house in order, boys, we're all bound to die