Dire Straits — Sultans Of Swing

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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 hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie
Double four time
You feel alright
When you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside
But you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz Go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound

Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth

London town

Check out guitar George
He knows all the chords
Mind, it’s strictly rhythm
He doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under 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
Savin’ it up, for Friday night

With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd a young boys They’re
foolin’ around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
And their platform soles
They don’t give a damn
About any trumpet playin’ band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll

And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play creole, creole

And then the man
He steps right 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