Free Song Lyrics

Strut %s memphis roll,
We keep time tight by the jazz club,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.

The jazz club winds whisper low,
As stamp your foot we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

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

Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By bucket of blood we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.

Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For river boat strut gather there,
Where bucket of blood 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 tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The mountain grows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

Through long journey we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let shine fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where river road meet.

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

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

Ragtime pieces 167 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.