Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s frisco rag,
We make it hot by the lovers lane,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And in all their glory.

The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each memphis roll shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through ragtime fever we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.

Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where red beans bar 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 play it hot and sing with me,
Let band playing hot fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The hills weeps every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And forever more.

In the evening so still,
We sing our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where canyon belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let shine fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.

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

So rest and weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 156 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.