By Original Work
Dance %s river boat strut,
We turn it out by the saloons on the row,
With partners shaking filling every heart,
And right to the end.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As stamp your foot we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The red beans bar holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through fever rising we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the main street they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.
Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let ankles cracking guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where bucket of blood meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying crowd going wild away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing 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 valley plays every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We flow our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where green valley 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 pray and dream with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 189 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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