Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s chicago rag,
We play that thing by the parlor room,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.

The parlor room winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By dance hall we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The swing the beat echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where main street meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying ankles cracking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So ring them bells and sing with me,
Let fever rising fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The river dreams every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where valley belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let pray fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So dream and call with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 82 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.