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Rag %s golden gate rag,
We keep time tight by the piano bench,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And one more chorus.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As swing the beat we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each harlem dance shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The lovers lane holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By red beans bar we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The tickle the ivories echo far and wide,
Across the piano bench they spread,
Where syncopated beat once hide,
And glitter and glam fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where parlor room meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying partners shaking away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So stamp your foot and sing with me,
Let bones breaking fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean sways every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We pray our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For creek 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 sway with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 300 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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