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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie four time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming 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 south
Way on south, London town
out Guitar George, he 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 Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie four time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming 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 south
Way on south, London town
out Guitar George, he 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 Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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