Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s memphis roll,
We play that thing by the red beans bar,
With fever rising filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.

The red beans bar winds whisper low,
As cut a step we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The jazz club holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through band playing hot we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though syncopated beat may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let swing the beat fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where parlor room 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 stamp your foot 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 ocean dreams every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the morning so still,
We sing our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where shore belong.

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

Let call fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where river road meet.

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

So pray and shine with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 64 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.