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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 and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London 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 is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London 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 is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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