Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s frisco rag,
We make it hot by the parlor room,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And to the break of day.

The parlor room winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

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

Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where dance hall meet.

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

So turn it out 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 shore calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

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

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

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where river road 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 sing and shine with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 17 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.