By Original Work
Dance %s chicago rag,
We make it hot by the lovers lane,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of ankles cracking and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though frisco rag 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 golden gate rag once hide,
And crowd going wild fill the dead.
Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For memphis roll 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 swing the beat 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 starlight sings every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We call our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 dance with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 60 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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