By Original Work
Rag %s harlem dance,
We ring them bells by the ragtime parlor,
With bones breaking filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of ragtime fever and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through band playing hot we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The ring them bells echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.
Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let sweet southern charm guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where piano bench meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying partners shaking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So swing the beat and sing with me,
Let bones breaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow flows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call 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 218 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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