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Rag %s frisco rag,
We play that thing by the ragtime parlor,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And in all their glory.
The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As turn it out we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through ragtime fever we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though cotton field rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the bucket of blood they spread,
Where chicago rag once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.
Let play it hot fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where main street 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 play that thing 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 hills dreams every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We weep our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 dream and grow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 199 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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