Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s frisco rag,
We tickle the ivories by the main street,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The main street winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through band playing hot we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor 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 cut a step 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 mountain sways every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the evening so still,
We sway our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where hills belong.

Through long journey we find our way,
By old oak tree 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 creek gather there,
Where green valley meet.

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

So play 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 270 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.