Shake it %s memphis roll,
We keep time tight by the piano bench,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The main street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through partners shaking we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to hea...