By Original Work
Break it %s memphis roll,
We play that thing by the jazz club,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And right to the end.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through glitter and glam we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through band playing hot we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The ring them bells echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.
Let turn it out fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where piano bench 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 cut a step and sing with me,
Let ankles cracking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills sings every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We dance our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 dance and dance with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 84 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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