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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 and you hold everything
A is dixie double four time
You when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, 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 guitar is all he can afford
When he up the to 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what 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 last just as the 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
South of the you and you hold everything
A is dixie double four time
You when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, 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 guitar is all he can afford
When he up the to 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and dressed in their baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what 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 last just as the 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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