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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you 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 south
Way on down south, London town
out George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast 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 everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you 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 south
Way on down south, London town
out George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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