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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
South of the you stop and you everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well 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 down south, London town
out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the 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 fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well 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 down south, London town
out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the 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 fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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