Play %s river boat strut,
We stamp your foot by the main street,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And in all their glory.
The main street winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By red beans bar we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart t...