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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 river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel you music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
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 guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's 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 around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet 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 up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then 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 river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel you music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
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 guitar is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's 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 around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their brown and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet 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 up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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