Bloodline Glen Campbell

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
Running' in my bloodline
Old man Grady waves his lantern