By Original Work
Play %s syncopated beat,
We cut a step by the jazz club,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And to the break of day.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each time piano shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The main street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let make it hot fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where saloons on the row meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying bones breaking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So stamp your foot and sing with me,
Let crowd going wild fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore shines every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We dance our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weep and flow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 184 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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