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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 and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a any playing band
It ain't what they call 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 just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a any playing band
It ain't what they call 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 just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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