By Original Work
Shake it %s memphis roll,
We ring them bells by the saloons on the row,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As turn it out we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of crowd going wild and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through partners shaking we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though golden gate rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the lovers lane they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.
Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For syncopated beat gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying bones breaking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So ring them bells 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 weeps every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the evening so still,
We weep our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and shine with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 87 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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