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(mark knopfler)
You get a shiver in the dark
itand's raining in the park but meantime
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
a band is blowing dixie double four time
you feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you donand't see too many faces
coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
too much competition too many other places
but not too many horns can make that sound
way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
mind heand's strictly rhythm he doesnand't want to make it cry or sing
and an old guitar is all he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesnand't mind if he doesnand't make the scene
heand's got a daytime job heand's doing alright
he can play honky tonk just like anything
saving it up for friday night
with the sultans with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys theyand're fooling around in the corner
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
they donand't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
it ainand't what they call rock and roll
and the sultans played creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
and'thank you goodnight now itand's time to go homeand'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
and'we are the sultans of swingand'
Mark knopfler
Sultans Of Swing
Sultans Of Swing
(mark knopfler)
You get a shiver in the dark
itand's raining in the park but meantime
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
a band is blowing dixie double four time
you feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you donand't see too many faces
coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
too much competition too many other places
but not too many horns can make that sound
way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
mind heand's strictly rhythm he doesnand't want to make it cry or sing
and an old guitar is all he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesnand't mind if he doesnand't make the scene
heand's got a daytime job heand's doing alright
he can play honky tonk just like anything
saving it up for friday night
with the sultans with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys theyand're fooling around in the corner
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
they donand't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
it ainand't what they call rock and roll
and the sultans played creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
and'thank you goodnight now itand's time to go homeand'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
and'we are the sultans of swingand'
