By Original Work
Dance %s cotton field rag,
We stamp your foot by the saloons on the row,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The main street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where frisco rag once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For frisco rag gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying ragtime fever away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So turn it out and sing with me,
Let fever rising fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river rests every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We flow our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 flow and flow with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 48 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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