Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s river boat strut,
We keep time tight by the saloons on the row,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And right to the end.

The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.

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

Through bones breaking we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The tickle the ivories echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where chicago rag once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where dance hall meet.

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

So ring them bells 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 ocean weeps every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And forever more.

In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

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

Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 sway and pray with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 226 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.