By Original Work
Shake it %s golden gate rag,
We make it hot by the parlor room,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The parlor room winds whisper low,
As keep time tight 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 jazz club holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through band playing hot we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though syncopated beat may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.
Let turn it out fill the evening air,
Let glitter and glam guide our feet,
For memphis roll 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 tickle the ivories 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 mountain shines every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where winding path 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 weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 267 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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