Maple Leaf Rag

I got leaves falling on my grave, Maple red like the blood I gave. Old Joplin playing in the distance, But the piano’s haunted by my existence. Ragtime rhythm in a broken town, Slide guitar crying, tearing the ground. I move slow like Delta mud, But my mind runs faster than the devil’s blood. Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf, falling down, Turn my sorrow into a ragtime sound. Slide guitar cutting through the night, Delta blues with a futuristic bite. Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf, hear me call, Even in the darkness, I’m dancing through it all. They said ragtime was for dancing feet, Now it’s playing while the whole world bleeds. I put chrome on my old guitar slide, Futuristic ghost in a 1900 ride. Got thunder in my fingers, lightning in my veins, Playing pain like it’s champagne. From the porch to the graveyard gate, I’m the last one left who still knows how to rag. Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf, falling down, Turn my sorrow into a ragtime sound. Slide guitar screaming through the night, Delta blues with a futuristic bite. Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf, hear me call, Even when the sky is black, I’m dancing through it all. No more happy rags, no more smiling keys, Only minor chords and broken memories. I took the Maple Leaf and burned it slow, Now it’s smoke and fire wherever I go. Maple Leaf, Maple Leaf, falling down, I turned my pain into a heavy ragtime sound. Futuristic slide cutting through the rain, Delta ghost still dancing in chains. Maple Leaf… Maple Leaf… Even in the dark… I got the rag…