Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s cotton field rag,
We stamp your foot by the piano bench,
With partners shaking filling every heart,
And to the break of day.

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

Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of crowd going wild and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

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

The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the piano bench they spread,
Where frisco rag once hide,
And ragtime fever fill the dead.

Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where bucket of blood meet.

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

So cut a step 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 prairie weeps every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.

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

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 shine and sway with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 216 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.