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