Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swingadd

Intro.   D#m - D#m - D#m - D#m - D#m - D#m - D#m - D#m

      D#m                        C#             B        A#      A#7

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

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

            D#m                  C#        B        A#    A#
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.
 F#                       C#    B                          D#m   D#m B - C#

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

    Way on down south     way on down south London town.

        D#m            C#  B       A#              A#7
 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.
 F#                 C#            B               D#m - D#m  B - C# - C#

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

 D#m                  C#   B           A#             A#7

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

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

      D#m                        C#          B           A#    A#7

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

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

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

Solo.    D#m - C#  B - A# - A#7 - D#m - C#  B - A# - A# - F# - F# - C# - C# - B - B - D#m
 - D#m  B - C# - C#  B - C# - C#

         D#m  C#  B - B - C# - C# - D#m  C#  B - B - C# - C#

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

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

         D#m - B - C# - C# - D#m

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