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Sultans Of Swing 
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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 when you hear that ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming 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 south, town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make 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 doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with 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 when you hear that ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming 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 south, town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make 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 doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and their platform soles
don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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