Dixieland, Dixieland

Music blares from the bandstand

And the passing marching band

Alexander’s Ragtime Band

The saints march down Basin Street

We’re in for a Southern treat

Here in this Dixieland revival

A musical trace has its survival

As  part of contemporary legend

Jim Crow, we will never defend

But the music that blares

As we sit and listen on the stairs

Melting into the rhythm and frontline sections

We are one and part of the fragments of improvisation