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Strut %s river boat strut,
We cut a step by the main street,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And for ragtime lovers.
The main street winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through glitter and glam we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play it hot echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And fever rising fill the dead.
Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where red beans bar meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying glitter and glam away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing and sing with me,
Let sweet southern charm fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain sings every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.
In the twilight so still,
We call our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 rest and weep with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 72 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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