Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s river boat strut,
We ring them bells by the bucket of blood,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And forever young.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By red beans bar we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.

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

So tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let band playing hot fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The valley grows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where starlight belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let pray fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 100 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.