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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 stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly 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 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 doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly 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 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 doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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