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Sultans Of Swing
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down 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 is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the 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
It's in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down 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 is all he can afford
When he gets up under the to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And at last just as the 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
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