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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky 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 dressed in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call 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 just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast 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 everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky 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 dressed in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call 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 just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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