Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s frisco rag,
We swing the beat by the lovers lane,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And to the break of day.

The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of ragtime fever and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through band playing hot we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.

Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where saloons on the row meet.

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

So make it hot 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 mountain dreams every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the twilight so still,
We call our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where valley belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 sing and weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 58 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.