By Original Work
Play %s chicago rag,
We swing the beat by the main street,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The main street winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.
Let play it hot fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For river boat strut gather there,
Where jazz club 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 ring them bells and sing with me,
Let sweet southern charm fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow sways every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the twilight so still,
We dream our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and dance with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 85 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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