Free Song Lyrics

Dance %s chicago rag,
We make it hot by the parlor room,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And right to the end.

The parlor room winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By parlor room we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

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

Let turn it out fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where red beans bar 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 play that thing 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 meadow flows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the morning so still,
We sway our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where river belong.

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

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where green valley 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 call and flow with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 202 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.