Come on and hear, come on and hear Alexander's Ragtime
Life is not a highway strewn with flowers,
Still it holds
When the wintry winds starts blowing
And the snow is starting
What care I who makes the laws of a nation
Let
There's a little bunch of sweetness,
That I long to call
Everything is lovely
When you start to roam;
The birds
Wonderful pals are always hard to find
Some folks have one,
Climb up on my knee Sonny Boy
Though you're only three
Life begins when somebody's eyes look into your own.
Life begins
Oh how we danced
On the night we were wed.
We vowed
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina
In the
Rosie, you are my posey.
You are my heart's boquet.
Come out
Oh you railway station!
Oh you Pullman Train!
There's my reservation
For my
Yesterday I heard a lover sigh
Goodbye, oh me oh my!
Seven
You made me love you.
I didn't want to do it.
I
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