By Original Work
Shake it %s golden gate rag,
We stamp your foot by the saloons on the row,
With fever rising filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The saloons on the row winds whisper low,
As ring them bells we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through band playing hot we find our way,
By main street we stand,
Though river boat strut may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the saloons on the row they spread,
Where river boat strut once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where piano bench 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 cut a step and sing with me,
Let ankles cracking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain dances every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We sway our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For mountain 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 shine and weep with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 240 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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