Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swingadd

Intro.   Bm - Bm - Bm - Bm - Bm - Bm - Bm - Bm

      Bm                        A             G        F#      F#7

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.
     D                  A        G              Bm - Bm G - A - A

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

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Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
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  Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down.
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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.

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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, when he gets up under the lights to
 play his thing.

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  And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
    Bm                  A        G      F#    F#7
 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.
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  With the Sultans     with the Sultans of swing.

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

Solo.    Bm - A  G - F# - F#7 - Bm - A  G - F# - F# - D - D - A - A - G - G - Bm
 - Bm  G - A - A  G - A - A

         Bm  A  G - G - A - A - Bm  A  G - G - A - A

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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 timebell rings.
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  "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.   Bm - G - A - A - Bm - G - A - A - Bm - G - A - A
                                                       fade
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         Bm - G - A - A - Bm

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