Sultans of Swing
Dire Straits
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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 every | thing. |
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| A band is blowing Dixie double | four time - | 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 and hear the | jazz go | down, |
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| Competition in other | places - | but the horns keep blowing that | sound. | | |
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Way on downsouth - | | way on downsouth - | London town. | | | | | | |
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You check out | guitar george | | | he knows | all the chords. |
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| Mind his 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 - | when he gets up under the lights to play his | thing. | | |
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| And Harry doesn't | mind | if he doesn't | make the scene; | he's got a daytime | job he's | doing al | right. |
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| He can play the honky tonk like | anything - | saving it up for friday | night. | | |
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With the sultans - | | with the sultans of | swing. | | | | | | |
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And a | crowd of young boys they're | fooling a | round 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 any | trumpet playing band - | It ain't what they call rock and | roll. | | |
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And the sultans - | | yeah the sultans played | creole. | | | | | | |
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| And then the man he | steps right | up to the | microphone; | and says at | last just as the | time bell | rings: | |
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" | Goodnight now it's | time to go home." - | And he makes it fast with one more | thing: | | |
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"We are the sultans - | | We are the sultans of | swing." | | | | | | |
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