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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
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear 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
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to 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 daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear 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
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to 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 daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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