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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 blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you that ring
Well now you 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and 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 played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one 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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you that ring
Well now you 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, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best brown baggies and 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 played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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