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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 band is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you but you don't see too many faces
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
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up the 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 the honky anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at as the bell 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 Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you but you don't see too many faces
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
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up the 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 the honky anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at as the bell 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 Sultans of Swing
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