Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing

SULTANS OF SWING

Dire Straits

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

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You get a shiver in the dark

     C            Bb           A        A7

it's a 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 fourtime

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 You feel alright when you hear the music ring

[Verse 2]

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Now 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

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   Competition in other places

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   Er, but the horns they're blowing that sound

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        way on downsouth,      way on downsouth,

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London town

[Verse 3]

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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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   Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford

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  when he gets up under the lights to play his thing

[Verse 4]

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  And Harry doesn't mind  if he doesn't make the scene

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  he's got a daytime job he's doing alright

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  He can play the honkytonk like anything

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  saving it up   Friday night

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        with the Sultans,        with the Sultans of

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swing

[Verse 5]

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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 any trumpet  playing band,

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   it ain't what they call rock and roll

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        and the Sultans,        yeah the Sultans they play

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Creole                (Creole)                   (ah, ah)

[Interlude]

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F           C

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C       Bb  C

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[Verse 6]

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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

F                         C

   Goodnight   now it's time    to go home

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 And he makes it fast  with one more thing

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        we are the Sultans,        we are the Sultans of

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swing

[Outro]

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