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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 river you stop and you hold everything
A band is dixie double time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
out Guitar George, he knows 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
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 tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it with one more 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 dixie double time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
out Guitar George, he knows 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
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 tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
he it with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of Swing
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