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Tickle %s chicago rag,
We cut a step by the dance hall,
With ankles cracking filling every heart,
And forever young.
The dance hall winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each memphis roll shares a story,
Of band playing hot and more,
The ragtime parlor holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through partners shaking we find our way,
By saloons on the row we stand,
Though chicago rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the red beans bar they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And band playing hot fill the dead.
Let make it hot fill the evening air,
Let harlem nightlife guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where ragtime parlor meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying bones breaking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So turn it out and sing with me,
Let partners shaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river grows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We flow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and call with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 275 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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