Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swingadd

Intro.   A#m - A#m - A#m - A#m - A#m - A#m - A#m - A#m

      A#m                        G#             Gb        F      F7

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 everything.
     C#                  G#        Gb              A#m - A#m Gb - G# - G#

A band is blowing Dixie double four time, you feel alright when you hear the mus
ic ring.

            A#m                  G#        Gb        F    F
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
  A#m                      G#                 Gb     F    F
  Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down.
 C#                       G#    Gb                          A#m   A#m Gb - G#

Competition in other places, er but the horns, they blowing that sound.
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    Way on down south     way on down south London town.

        A#m            G#  Gb       F              F7
 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, when he gets up under the lights to
 play his thing.

 A#m                  G#   Gb           F             F7

  And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
    A#m                  G#        Gb      F    F7
 He's got a daytime job he's doing alright.
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 He can play the honky tonk like anything saving it up Friday night.
        Gb  G#           A#m   G#  Gb - Gb - G# - G# - A#m  G#  Gb - Gb - G# - G#
  With the Sultans     with the Sultans of swing.

      A#m                        G#          Gb           F    F7

  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, it ain't what they call
 rock and roll.
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         And the Sultans     yeah the Sultans are playing Creole.              G#
reole babe.               Ah

Solo.    A#m - G#  Gb - F - F7 - A#m - G#  Gb - F - F - C# - C# - G# - G# - Gb - Gb - A#m
 - A#m  Gb - G# - G#  Gb - G# - G#

         A#m  G#  Gb - Gb - G# - G# - A#m  G#  Gb - Gb - G# - G#

   A#m                     G#         Gb        F         F
   And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
   A#m            G#               Gb       F    F
   and says at last just as the timebell rings.
        C#          G#           Gb                     A#m - A#m  Gb - G#
  "Goodnight now it's time to go home." Then he makes it fast with one more thin
g.
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         "We are the Sultans     we are the Sultans of swing."

Outro.   A#m - Gb - G# - G# - A#m - Gb - G# - G# - A#m - Gb - G# - G#
                                                       fade
         A#m - Gb - G# - G# - A#m - Gb - G# - G# - A#m - Gb - G# - G#

         A#m - Gb - G# - G# - A#m

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