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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 you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar 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
When he up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you and you everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
in places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar 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
When he up the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for night
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the of
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