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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 double time
You alright when you music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to 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 if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk 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 their best brown and platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the 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 of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is double time
You alright when you music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to 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 if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk 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 their best brown and platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what call and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at just as the 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 of Swing
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