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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 double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play 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 play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a damn any band
It ain't what call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more 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 blowing double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play 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 play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a damn any band
It ain't what call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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