Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s golden gate rag,
We tickle the ivories by the parlor room,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.

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

Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through bones breaking we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.

Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where main street meet.

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

So play that thing and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The hills grows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.

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

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where winding path 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 grow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 42 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.