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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 hold everything
A band is dixie four time
You you hear that ring
Well now you 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, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't call rock 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 last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie four time
You you hear that ring
Well now you 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, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't call rock 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 last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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