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Sultans of Swing Dire straits




You get a shiver in the dark; it’s raining in the park but meantime.


South ofthe river you stop and you hold everything.


A band is blowing Dixie, double four time

You feel alright when you heart that musicring.

And I step inside but you don’t to see many faces.
Coming on rain hear Jazz go down.
Competitions too other places, but not that hornsby blow that sound.
Way on downsouth, Way on downsouth London Town.

You check out guitar George he knows all chords.
Minds he’s strictly rhytmhe doesn’t want to make it cry or sing.
Step and old guitar is all he can afford.
When I geps ap under light tho play is thing.

And Harry doesn’tmind, if he doesn’t make the scene.
He’s got a daytime job he’s doing alright.
He can play a honky Tonk like anything, saving in up Fridaynight.
Whit the sultans, Whit the sultans of Swing.

Many crowd young boys, they’re fooling around in the corner.
Drunk and dressed best brown baggiesand I platform soles.
They don’t give a dawn about any trumpet playing band.
It ain’t what they call, Rock and Roll.
And the Sultans, yes theSultans played Creole…Creole.

An mans step right up to the microphone.
And say at last just the time bells rings. Goodnights now it’s time to gohome.

We he makes fast with one more things. Where are the Sultans,


Where are the Sultans of Swing.


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Jorge Núñez