Lyrics:
of the people that I knew around there
Rags of time, the rags of time, rags of time
I crossed the country line
I was pressed against my will
Dressed in the rags
do it?
Lifestyle, lifestyle why she do it?
Last time, last time how she do it?
Last time, last time how she knew it?
Rag time, rag time
It's a lie by omission, it's a false report
It's a twisted condition, but I'll contort
Cause I'm a rag time gal
I'm a rag time gal
I'll be your rag
Oh baby, it's rag time makes me happy
Don't lick the wound that never heals
It's my sex therapy
Come sit on my face and bleed
We've discussed this
stand
And when he pops that rag time is a memory, and deep in the moment he dwells
Steadfast and true, one thing to do, he's here and now
Slaps that
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
rag-time saint.
The young folks called him beautiful, the old folks called him quaint.
And the station-master pointed to the sign
And they busted him for
of rag time
When my people used to come and show they face and shine
Spend a couple of dimes, sip some wine
Brothers look sharp, sisters lookin revive
So
you out here on ya own
To the riches from a rag
Tough times it never last
I'm still running from the past
So there's some things they'll never know
My
ragtime, is the rap time bro
Is the rag time no no no
Is the rag time no no no
Like ragtime
Like rag-time
I told myself I’m doing fine
I think I'm starting to believe
I think I’d rather check the time-
Before I go to check my
of daze
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wondering gaze
The rag-time kid was having a drink there was no one else on the stool
So
don't delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'
Music sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet,
It's
Or Rag-time Otis!
The lady ain't see light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With a cornet man
A rootin', shootin', ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his
don't delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'
Music sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet,
It's
I like fancy, frilly things
High heeled shoes and diamond rings
Rag time bands and western swinging
Sneaking around with you
Well I like beer
don't delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'
Music sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet,
It's
seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else
I've been hear to shine on the black minds
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy n*gga
Rag time, bad sign, flatline
"It's easy to get into
don't delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'
Music sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet,
It's
(he's my very best friend)
They call him Rag-time Willie
I believe old rockin' chair's got me (oh, to be home again)
(he's my very best friend)
They call him Rag-time Willie
I believe old rockin' chair's got me (oh, to be home again)
don't delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'
Music sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet,
It's
believe in time.
Time, I don't understand.
Children killin' in the street, dyin' for the color of a rag.
Time, take their red and blue.
Wash them
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