By Original Work
Tickle %s syncopated beat,
We play it hot by the saloons on the row,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And for ragtime lovers.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By dance hall we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the piano bench they spread,
Where frisco rag once hide,
And bones breaking fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For memphis roll gather there,
Where parlor room meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying crowd going wild away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So swing the beat and sing with me,
Let ragtime fever fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley rests every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 dream with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 126 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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