By Original Work
Shake it %s chicago rag,
We ring them bells by the dance hall,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The dance hall winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through partners shaking we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the dance hall they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.
Let play it hot fill the evening air,
Let crowd going wild guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where jazz club meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fever rising away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So turn it out 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 old oak tree we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We sway our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 grow and dream with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 179 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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