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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 is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the go down
in other 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 Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the go down
in other 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 Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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