By Original Work
Shake it %s chicago rag,
We stamp your foot by the parlor room,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And to the break of day.
The parlor room winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through ankles cracking we find our way,
By bucket of blood we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.
Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For river boat strut gather there,
Where jazz club meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying crowd going wild away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So make it hot and sing with me,
Let bones breaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain rests every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the morning so still,
We weep our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and grow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 24 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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