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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 hold everything
A band is dixie double time
You alright you hear music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind 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
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their soles
They don't give a any band
It ain't what they 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 says at last as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie double time
You alright you hear music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind 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
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their soles
They don't give a any band
It ain't what they 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 says at last as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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