By Original Work
Play %s frisco rag,
We cut a step by the bucket of blood,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The bucket of blood winds whisper low,
As play it hot we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each memphis roll shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through partners shaking we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though jazzy melody may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.
Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let glitter and glam guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where piano bench meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying partners shaking 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 creek flows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We grow our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and pray with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 161 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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