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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 and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the 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
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't they and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the bell 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 river you and you hold everything
A is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the 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
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old is all he can afford
When he gets up the lights to his thing
And doesn't if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the tonk like anything
it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any playing band
It ain't they and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans creole
Creole
And then the man, he right up to the microphone
And says at last as the bell 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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