Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s chicago rag,
We ring them bells by the main street,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.

The main street winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of crowd going wild and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through bones breaking we find our way,
By dance hall 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 bucket of blood they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.

Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where bucket of blood 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 keep time tight 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 creek dances every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where hills belong.

Through broken promise we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 rest with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 192 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.