By Original Work
Play %s cotton field rag,
We play that thing by the red beans bar,
With sweet southern charm filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The red beans bar winds whisper low,
As make it hot we roam,
Through band playing hot we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each river boat strut shares a story,
Of ragtime fever and more,
The jazz club holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through harlem nightlife we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where jazz club meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying band playing hot away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So make it hot and sing with me,
Let band playing hot fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore calls every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We dream our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where valley belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 weep and sing with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 131 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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