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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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When 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 job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown and platform soles
They don't a damn about any band
It ain't call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When 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 job, he's doing alright
He can the tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown and platform soles
They don't a damn about any band
It ain't call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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