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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 everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright you hear that ring
Well now you 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' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he up under the lights 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best baggies and soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it fast with 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 everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright you hear that ring
Well now you 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' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he up under the lights 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best baggies and soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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