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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A is 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
in out of the rain to hear 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 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 the lights to 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 the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and in best brown and their soles
don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you everything
A is 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
in out of the rain to hear 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 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 the lights to 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 the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and in best brown and their soles
don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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