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Sultans Of Swing Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing time
You feel alright when you music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a about any playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing time
You feel alright when you music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a about any playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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