By Original Work
Shake it %s cotton field rag,
We stamp your foot by the lovers lane,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And one more chorus.
The lovers lane winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The jazz club holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The swing the beat echo far and wide,
Across the jazz club they spread,
Where golden gate rag once hide,
And ragtime fever fill the dead.
Let stamp your foot fill the evening air,
Let band playing hot guide our feet,
For frisco rag gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying glitter and glam away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So make it hot and sing with me,
Let glitter and glam fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore weeps every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We call our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For river gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 grow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 152 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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