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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 hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up 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 alright
He can play the honky like anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a damn about any 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 right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the to hear the go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
he gets up 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 alright
He can play the honky like anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a damn about any 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 right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
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