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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 double four time
You when you hear that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
out George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky like anything
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 best and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it with one 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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You when you hear that music ring
Well now you step but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
out George, he knows all the chords
he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky like anything
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 best and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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