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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 and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel you that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down 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 lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in brown and their platform soles
They don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time 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 and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel you that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down 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 lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in brown and their platform soles
They don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time 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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