By Original Work
Rag %s river boat strut,
We swing the beat by the piano bench,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of crowd going wild and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through harlem nightlife we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let play it hot fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where bucket of blood 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 ankles cracking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight calls every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We grow our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and dream with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 253 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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