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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 you and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel when you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down 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 is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And 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 like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't what call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it 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 you and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel when you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down 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 is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And 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 like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't what call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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