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Sultans Of Swing 
Medium
by Dire Straits
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You get a in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the you and you hold everything
A is dixie time
You feel alright 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, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old 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 daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just 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 and you hold everything
A is dixie time
You feel alright 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, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down south, town
Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't to make it cry or sing
Yes and an old 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 daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd of boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
don't give a damn about any playing band
It ain't call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah, the they creole
Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at just 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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