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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 double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
now you but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in best baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And the man, he 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 it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
now you but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in best baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a about any band
It ain't what they call and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they played creole
Creole
And the man, he 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 it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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