Break it %s memphis roll,
We play it hot by the saloons on the row,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And to the break of day.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each river boat strut shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We j...