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Sultans Of Swing Medium
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright when you music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright when you music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time 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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