By Original Work
Shake it %s memphis roll,
We turn it out by the red beans bar,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The red beans bar winds whisper low,
As cut a step we roam,
Through bones breaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The turn it out echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.
Let make it hot fill the evening air,
Let crowd going wild guide our feet,
For harlem dance gather there,
Where parlor room meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet southern charm away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing and sing with me,
Let crowd going wild fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie sings every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We sing our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and call with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 183 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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