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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 everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You when you hear ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
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 under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in best brown and platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time 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 stop and you everything
A band is blowing dixie four time
You when you hear ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the to the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on south, London town
Check out George, he knows all the chords
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 under the to play his thing
And Harry doesn't if he doesn't the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
and dressed in best brown and platform soles
don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans they creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time 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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