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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 you stop and you everything
A band is blowing four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
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 tonk anything
it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what 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 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 Sultans of Swing
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you stop and you everything
A band is blowing four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, town
out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
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 tonk anything
it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in their best and their platform soles
They don't give a damn any trumpet band
It ain't what 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 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 Sultans of Swing
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