By Original Work
Shake it %s cotton field rag,
We make it hot by the jazz club,
With fever rising filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each river boat strut shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though golden gate rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where harlem dance once hide,
And sweet southern charm fill the dead.
Let turn it out fill the evening air,
Let bones breaking guide our feet,
For cotton field rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying ankles cracking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play it hot 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 valley sways every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We dance our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 sing and play with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 101 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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