Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s chicago rag,
We cut a step by the saloons on the row,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By parlor room 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 harlem nightlife fill the dead.

Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where bucket of blood meet.

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

So cut a step 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 river dances every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the evening so still,
We dream our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where mountain belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let call fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where river road meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 77 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.