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Break it %s river boat strut,
We make it hot by the ragtime parlor,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And forever young.
The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through band playing hot we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the bucket of blood they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.
Let swing the beat fill the evening air,
Let crowd going wild guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying band playing hot away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So tickle the ivories 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 river calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the evening so still,
We rest our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and sway with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 43 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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