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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band 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
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out 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
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the tonk like anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band 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
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out 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
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the tonk like anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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