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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
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the 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 the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the 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 the honky tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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