Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s cotton field rag,
We stamp your foot by the bucket of blood,
With bones breaking filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By dance hall we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where frisco rag once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let crowd going wild guide our feet,
For memphis roll 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 cut a step and sing with me,
Let ragtime fever fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The canyon plays every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the morning so still,
We sway our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where hills belong.

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

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where river road 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 weep and dream with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 102 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.