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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 you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's 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 doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
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 brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the 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
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You alright you hear that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's 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 doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
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 brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the 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
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