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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 is blowing dixie time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out 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 guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under 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 honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in best and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he 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 is blowing dixie time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out 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 guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under 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 honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in best and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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