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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 and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition 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
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 the to his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And at last as the rings
Goodnight, now it's 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 and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition 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
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 the to his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And at last as the rings
Goodnight, now it's 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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