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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing 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 says at last 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
It's in the park, but meantime
of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
Well now you inside but you don't see too many faces
in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
a of young boys, they're fooling in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best and their platform soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing 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 says at last 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
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