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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 blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music 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, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he up under the to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a any trumpet band
It ain't what call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just 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
of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music 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, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he up under the to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a any trumpet band
It ain't what call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just 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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