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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 band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar 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 the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best and their platform soles
don't give a about any playing band
It ain't they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it with one more 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 band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar 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 the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best and their platform soles
don't give a about any playing band
It ain't they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
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