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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 stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well 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 places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
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
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 doing alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and soles
don't give a about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played 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 time to go home
Then he makes it one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well 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 places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
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
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 doing alright
He can the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and soles
don't give a about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played 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 time to go home
Then he makes it one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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