From the Kansas Plains to the great Sierra PineHere she comes can't you hear the whistle whineHere she comes rollin' in right on timeI can feel her she's runnin' in my bloodlineRunnin' in my bloodlineHere she comesNow the stockyards are emptyThe steel rails are rustedThey belong to the wind and the sandBut we long will rememberThe steel and the timberAnd the pulse that once beat thru this landOh the engine would fire the black smoke would riseThru the spray of the slick silver steamIt was something of wonder that steel plated thunderThat moved the American dreamThat moved the American dreamThe American dreamDream
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