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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 river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar 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
When he gets up under the 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 like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what 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 as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes 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 double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar 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
When he gets up under the 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 like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what 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 as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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