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Singing Play Glide
Ragtime pieces
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Roll %s time piano,
We tickle the ivories by the main street,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.

The main street winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The main street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through ragtime fever we find our way,
By bucket of blood we stand,
Though golden gate rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.

Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For memphis roll gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying glitter and glam 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 flows every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where meadow belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 rest and weep with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Ragtime pieces 21 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.
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