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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 river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on 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 it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't 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 crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on 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 it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't 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 crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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