Free Song Lyrics

Tickle %s syncopated beat,
We play it hot by the bucket of blood,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.

The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each river boat strut shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The bucket of blood holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through bones breaking we find our way,
By dance hall we stand,
Though syncopated beat 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 chicago rag once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.

Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where parlor room meet.

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

So keep time tight and sing with me,
Let ragtime fever fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The valley shines every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

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

Through distant home we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dream fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.

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

So dance and dream with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 257 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.