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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
of the river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
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 play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and in their best and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And 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
he it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie time
You alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
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 play the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and in their best and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And 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
he it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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