Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing

Dm  C-C  Dm  C-C

           Dm
You get a shiver in the dark
         C           Bb       A
it's raining in the park but meantime
Dm                      C           Bb          A
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
F                   C
a band is blowing Dixie double four time
        Bb                                 Dm    Bb-C
you feel alright when you hear that music ring


               Dm              C        Bb          A
Now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
 Dm                   C                        Bb      A
coming in out of the rain to (you) hear the jazz go down
F                       C
too much competition too many other places
Bb                                    Dm
but not too many horns can make that sound
                       are blowing that sound

Bb-C
        way on downsouth

Bb-C
        way on downsouth

Dm              Dm-C-Bb-C       Dm-C-Bb-C
London town


                Dm          C       Bb          A
you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Dm                                                 C   Bb             A
mind he's (his) strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
F                       C
and an old guitar is all he can afford
Bb                                              Dm   Bb-C
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
Dm                      C     Bb         A
  (and) harry doesnb't mind if he doesn't make the scene
Dm             C        Bb                  A
  he('s) got a daytime job he's doing al(l)right
F                               C
  he can play honky tone just like anything
(He can play the honky tonk like anything)
Bb                      Dm      Bb-C
  saving it up for friday night

                  Bb-C
with the sultans

                     Dm     Dm-C-Bb-C
with the sultans of swing
                             Dm-C-Bb-C


        Dm                          C           Bb            A
and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Dm                                    C                Bb           A
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
F                                       C
they don't give a damn about ('bout) any trumpet playing band
   Bb                           Dm      Bb-C
it ain't what they call rock and roll
                Bb-C
and the sultans
                        Dm     Dm-C-Bb-C
and the sultans played creole
(Yeah the Sultans they played Creole)

                                Dm-C-Bb-C


Solo:


Dm                    C         Bb         A
and then the man he steps right up to the microphone
Dm          C                Bb         A    (A7)
and says at last just as the time bell rings
F                           C
thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
        Bb                  Dm          Bb-C
and he makes it fast with one more thing
                  Bb-C
we are the sultans
                      Dm        Dm-C-Bb-C
we are the sultans of swing
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