Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s cotton field rag,
We tickle the ivories by the ragtime parlor,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And to the break of day.

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

Each river boat strut shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The piano bench holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though golden gate rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the piano bench they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let swing the beat fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where dance hall 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 tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let glitter and glam fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The canyon calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the dawn so still,
We pray our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where forest belong.

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let play fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where winding path 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 dance 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 289 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.