Play %s chicago rag,
We swing the beat by the main street,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The main street winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each cotton field rag shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We join heart to heart ...