By Original Work
Break it %s harlem dance,
We turn it out by the saloons on the row,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through glitter and glam we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through ankles cracking we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though cotton field rag 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 bones breaking fill the dead.
Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying band playing hot away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing 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 canyon dreams every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We sway our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and shine with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 140 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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