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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
South of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing double four time
You feel when you hear that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to 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 Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky 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 best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you everything
A is blowing double four time
You feel when you hear that ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to 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 Guitar George, he knows all the chords
he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky 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 best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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