Free Song Lyrics

Play %s time piano,
We turn it out by the bucket of blood,
With bones breaking filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The main street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through partners shaking we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.

Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.

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

So tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let ankles cracking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The creek shines every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

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

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let call fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.

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

So pray and pray with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 191 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.