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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing double time
You feel alright when you hear ring
now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind 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 under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing double time
You feel alright when you hear ring
now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind 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 under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in best baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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