Dire Straits - Sultans of swing

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you get a shiver in the dark it's raining in the park but meantime
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south of the river you stop and you hold everything
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a band is blowing Dixie double four time
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you feel alright when you hear that music ring
 
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you step inside but you don't see too many faces
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coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Fa                              Do
too much competition too many other places
Sib                                    Rem
but not too many horns can make that sound
Sib-Do
        way on downsouth
Sib-Do
        way on downsouth
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London town
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you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
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mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
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and an old guitar is all he can afford
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when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
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And  harry doesnb't mind if he doesn't make the scene
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he's got a daytime job he's doing allright
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he can play honky tone just like anything
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saving it up for friday night
Sib-Do
with the sultans
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with the sultans of swing
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and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
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drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
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they don't give a damn about ('bout) any trumpet playing band
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it ain't what they call rock and roll
Sib-Do
and the sultans
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and the sultans played creole
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and then the man he steps right up to the microphone
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and says at last just as the time bell rings
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thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
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and he makes it fast with one more thing
Sib-Do
we are the sultans
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we are the sultans of swing