Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swingadd

Intro.   C#m - C#m - C#m - C#m - C#m - C#m - C#m - C#m

      C#m                        B             A        G#      G#7

You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park but meantime
C#m                         B             A       G#  G#
south of the river you stop and you hold everything.
     E                  B        A              C#m - C#m A - B - B

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

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

Competition in other places, er but the horns, they blowing that sound.
   A  B                  C#m         B  A - A - B - B - C#m  B  A - A - B - B

    Way on down south     way on down south London town.

        C#m            B  A       G#              G#7
 You check out Guitar George    he knows all the chords
  C#m                         B                 A         G#        G#7

  mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
 E                 B            A               C#m - C#m  A - B - B

 Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford, when he gets up under the lights to
 play his thing.

 C#m                  B   A           G#             G#7

  And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
    C#m                  B        A      G#    G#7
 He's got a daytime job he's doing alright.
  E                    B        A                      C#m - C#m  A - B

 He can play the honky tonk like anything saving it up Friday night.
        A  B           C#m   B  A - A - B - B - C#m  B  A - A - B - B
  With the Sultans     with the Sultans of swing.

      C#m                        B          A           G#    G#7

  And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
     C#m                              B             A              G#        G#7

 Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles.
   E                     B             A                        C#m - C#m  A - B

  They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band, it ain't what they call
 rock and roll.
    A  B              C#m    B  A - A - B       B   C#m  B  A -  A - B - B
         And the Sultans     yeah the Sultans are playing Creole.              B
reole babe.               Ah

Solo.    C#m - B  A - G# - G#7 - C#m - B  A - G# - G# - E - E - B - B - A - A - C#m
 - C#m  A - B - B  A - B - B

         C#m  B  A - A - B - B - C#m  B  A - A - B - B

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

Outro.   C#m - A - B - B - C#m - A - B - B - C#m - A - B - B
                                                       fade
         C#m - A - B - B - C#m - A - B - B - C#m - A - B - B

         C#m - A - B - B - C#m

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