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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 you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in brown baggies and their soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in brown baggies and their soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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