Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s frisco rag,
We cut a step by the saloons on the row,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And one more chorus.

The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The piano bench holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where saloons on the row meet.

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

So cut a step and sing with me,
Let bones breaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The shore shines every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the morning so still,
We rest our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where canyon belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 173 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.