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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
of the 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 but you don't see too faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's 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 if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's 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
of the 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 but you don't see too faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's 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 if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's 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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