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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 river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel alright when you that music ring
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down 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 guitar is all he can afford
When he up the lights to play his thing
And Harry 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their brown and their soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South 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
now you step inside but you don't see too faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the go down
Competition in other places
Ah but the horns, they blowin' that sound
Way on south
Way on down 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 guitar is all he can afford
When he up the lights to play his thing
And Harry 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 tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the of Swing
a crowd of young boys, they're around in the corner
Drunk and in their brown and their soles
They don't a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans played creole
Creole
And then the man, he up to the microphone
And says at last just as the rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of
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