By Original Work
Play %s memphis roll,
We keep time tight by the piano bench,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fever rising we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where frisco rag once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.
Let swing the beat fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying ankles cracking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So ring them bells 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 starlight weeps every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We weep our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weep and pray with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 260 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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