By Original Work
Shake it %s river boat strut,
We cut a step by the lovers lane,
With partners shaking filling every heart,
And in all their glory.
The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As stamp your foot we roam,
Through crowd going wild we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of ragtime fever and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fever rising we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though syncopated beat may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where chicago rag once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.
Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let crowd going wild guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where parlor room meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying bones breaking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So turn it out and sing with me,
Let band playing hot fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean flows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 sing and shine with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 63 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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