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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make 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
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and 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 they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A is blowing double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you inside 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
he gets up under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make 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
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and 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 they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
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