By Original Work
Tickle %s harlem dance,
We swing the beat by the saloons on the row,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And right to the end.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of ankles cracking and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where chicago rag once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where saloons on the row meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet southern charm away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing 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 canyon grows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We weep our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 rest and flow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 26 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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