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Sultans Of Swing 
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind 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 under the lights 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and in best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he all the chords
Mind 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 under the lights 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're in the corner
Drunk and in best brown baggies and platform soles
They don't a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at as the bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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