Bloodline

Bloodline - Glen Campbell (格倫·坎貝爾)

In the eyes of the old ones

Who watched from a distance

It was a devilish magic at best

But the hearts of the children

Were filled with excitement

As they dreamed of their house in the West

Oh the engine would fire

The black smoke would rise

Thru the spray of the slick silver steam

It was something of wonder

That steel plated thunder

That moved the American dream

That moved the American dream

I can hear the sleepy whistle blowin'

I can see the spark beneath the wheels

As the leaves the hills behind her

For the ragged cotton fields

In a dusty one-house station

All the children grow impatient

As they stare into the distance for a sign

Here she comes can't

You hear her whistle whine

Here she comes rollin' in my bloodline

I can feel her she's runnin' in my bloodline

Runnin' in my bloodline

Old man Grady waves his lantern

"All on board" I hear him cry

While Lucius stokes the cinder

And wipes the coal dust from his eyes

Yes she was prowd and full of fire

As she road that silver wire

From the Kansas Plains to

The great Sierra Pine

Here she comes can't you hear

The whistle whine

Here she comes rollin' in right on time

I can feel her she's runnin' in my bloodline

Runnin' in my bloodline

Here she comes

Now the stockyards are empty

The steel rails are rusted

They belong to the wind and the sand

But we long will remember

The steel and the timber

And the pulse that once beat thru this land

Oh the engine would fire the

Black smoke would rise

Thru the spray of the slick silver steam

It was something of wonder

That steel plated thunder

That moved the American dream

That moved the American dream

The American dream

Dream