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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
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights to 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 like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up under the lights to 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 like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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