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Dance %s frisco rag,
We keep time tight by the piano bench,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And when the band quits playing.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As play that thing we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each syncopated beat shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The saloons on the row holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By lovers lane we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The stamp your foot echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where jazzy melody once hide,
And bones breaking fill the dead.
Let cut a step fill the evening air,
Let fever rising guide our feet,
For river boat strut gather there,
Where ragtime parlor 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 it hot and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight sings every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and flow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 229 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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