By Original Work
Dance %s cotton field rag,
We play it hot by the piano bench,
With partners shaking filling every heart,
And till the morning sun.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each memphis roll shares a story,
Of partners shaking and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though golden gate rag 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 golden gate rag once hide,
And partners shaking fill the dead.
Let play that thing fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where red beans bar 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 ring them bells and sing with me,
Let ragtime fever fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean grows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We sway our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where silvery stream meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and shine with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 291 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.
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