Classic Poem

Get on board, little chillun,
Get on board, little chillun,
Get on board, little chillun,
There's room for many a more.

That Gospel Train is comin',
I hear it 'round the curve,
She's loosened all her steam and brakes,
And strain-in' every nerve.

The fare is cheap and all can go,
The rich and poor is there;
No second class aboard this train,
No difference in the fare.
CHORUS: Get on board, etc.

I hear that train a-comin',
She sure is speedin' fast,
So get your tickets ready
And ride to heaven at last.
CHORUS: Get on board, etc.