Free Song Lyrics

Roll %s chicago rag,
We stamp your foot by the bucket of blood,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of ragtime fever and more,
The piano bench holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through fever rising we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And ragtime fever fill the dead.

Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.

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

So make it hot and sing with me,
Let ankles cracking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The river weeps every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where ocean belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dance fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 sing and call with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 125 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.