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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 and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
now you step but you don't see too 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 down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
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 gets up under 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 play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
now you step but you don't see too 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 down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
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 gets up under 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 play the honky tonk anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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