Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s syncopated beat,
We make it hot by the bucket of blood,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each memphis roll shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

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

The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.

Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let crowd going wild guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where red beans bar 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 play that thing and sing with me,
Let crowd going wild fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The creek grows every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And forever more.

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

Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let call fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where winding path meet.

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

So rest and sing with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 68 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.