By Original Work
Dance %s river boat strut,
We tickle the ivories by the piano bench,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And to the break of day.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through ankles cracking we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.
Let turn it out fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying ragtime fever away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So keep time tight and sing with me,
Let partners shaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight weeps every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We grow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and sway with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 144 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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