Break it %s river boat strut,
We cut a step by the saloons on the row,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of harlem nightlife and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By bucket of blood we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,...