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Sultans Of Swing Medium
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
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 to his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and soles
They don't give a damn any playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
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 to his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and soles
They don't give a damn any playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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