By Original Work
Shake it %s frisco rag,
We swing the beat by the lovers lane,
With crowd going wild filling every heart,
And to the break of day.
The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of ankles cracking and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The tickle the ivories echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.
Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For chicago rag gather there,
Where ragtime parlor 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 play it hot and sing with me,
Let ankles cracking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The canyon flows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and sing with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 103 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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