Sultans of Swing                                                                                              fast with one more   thing.                     
(Dire Straits)                                                                                                   "We are the   Sultans                        
                                                          And Harry doesn't   mind if he doesn't             we are the   Sultans of   Swing."                
(            )x4                                          make the   scene      he's got a                                                                    
                                                      daytime   job he's doing al- right.                                                                     
(starts on 'A')                                             He can play the   honky tonk like                                                                 
                                                      anything             saving it   up                                                                     
You get a   shiver in the dark, it's   raining        Friday night.                                                                                           
in the park but   meantime,                            With the   Sultans        with the                   (solo)                                            
  south of the river you   stop and you hold            Sultans of   Swing.                                                                                   
  every- thing.         A band is                                                                                                                             
blowing   Dixie  double   four time,                                                                                                                          
        you feel alright   when you                                                                                                                           
hear the music   ring.                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                              
                                                      And a   crowd of young boys they're   fooling                                                           
Well now you   step inside but you   don't see        around in the   corner                                                                                  
too many   faces            coming                      drunk and dressed in their   best brown                                                               
in out of the   rain they hear the jazz go            baggies and their   platform soles.                                                                     
down.             Compe- tition in                         They don't give a   damn about any                                                                 
other   places,              but                      trumpet playing band,          it ain't                                                                 
the   horns, they blowing that   sound.               what   they call rock and   roll                                                                        
          Way on   down south                                And the   Sultans                                                                                
     way on   down south   London                      yeah the   Sultans are playing   creole                                                                
town.                                                                creole,babe.                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                              
You check out     Guitar George                                                                                                                               
  he knows    all the chords                          (solo)                                                                                                  
mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't    want                                                                                                                  
to make it   cry or sing                                  And then the man he   steps right up to                                                             
 Yes and an   old guitar is   all he can a-           the   microphone            and says                                                                    
fford,      when he gets up under the                 at   last just as the time bell   rings.                                                                
lights to play his   thing                                     "Good- night, now it's                                                                         
                                                      time to go   home."      Then he makes it