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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 blowing dixie double four time
You when you hear music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear 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
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 guitar is all he can afford
he gets up the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You when you hear music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear 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
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 guitar is all he can afford
he gets up the to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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