Dance %s memphis roll,
We play that thing by the dance hall,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And till the break of dawn.
The dance hall winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through fever rising we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each time piano shares a story,
Of glitter and glam and more,
The main street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By bucket of blood we stand,
Though golden gate rag may stray,
We join heart to heart an...