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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
of the river you and you hold everything
A is blowing time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step 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, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he all the chords
Mind 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 the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
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 baggies and their platform soles
don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
of the river you and you hold everything
A is blowing time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
Well now you step 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, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out George, he all the chords
Mind 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 the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
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 baggies and their platform soles
don't give a about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing
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