By Original Work
Tickle %s river boat strut,
We cut a step by the piano bench,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As turn it out we roam,
Through glitter and glam we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each frisco rag shares a story,
Of crowd going wild and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through harlem nightlife we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.
Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let glitter and glam guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying harlem nightlife away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play it hot and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills plays every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We play our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and sing with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 35 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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