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