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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 river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't 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 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 like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell 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
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't 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 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 like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell 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
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