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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 everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes 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 you stop and you everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You alright when you hear that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he up the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a about any playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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