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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 stop 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 but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time 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 in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop 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 but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time 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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