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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 hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a about any playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just 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 you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel when you hear that music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
it up for night
the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a about any playing band
It ain't they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the played creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just 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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