Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swingadd

Intro.   Gm - Gm - Gm - Gm - Gm - Gm - Gm - Gm

      Gm                        F             Eb        D      D7

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

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

            Gm                  F        Eb        D    D
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
  Gm                      F                 Eb     D    D
  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.
   Eb  F                  Gm         F  Eb - Eb - F - F - Gm  F  Eb - Eb - F - F

    Way on down south     way on down south London town.

        Gm            F  Eb       D              D7
 You check out Guitar George    he knows all the chords
  Gm                         F                 Eb         D        D7

  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.

 Gm                  F   Eb           D             D7

  And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
    Gm                  F        Eb      D    D7
 He's got a daytime job he's doing alright.
  A#                    F        Eb                      Gm - Gm  Eb - F

 He can play the honky tonk like anything saving it up Friday night.
        Eb  F           Gm   F  Eb - Eb - F - F - Gm  F  Eb - Eb - F - F
  With the Sultans     with the Sultans of swing.

      Gm                        F          Eb           D    D7

  And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
     Gm                              F             Eb              D        D7

 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.
    Eb  F              Gm    F  Eb - Eb - F       F   Gm  F  Eb -  Eb - F - F
         And the Sultans     yeah the Sultans are playing Creole.              F
reole babe.               Ah

Solo.    Gm - F  Eb - D - D7 - Gm - F  Eb - D - D - A# - A# - F - F - Eb - Eb - Gm
 - Gm  Eb - F - F  Eb - F - F

         Gm  F  Eb - Eb - F - F - Gm  F  Eb - Eb - F - F

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

Outro.   Gm - Eb - F - F - Gm - Eb - F - F - Gm - Eb - F - F
                                                       fade
         Gm - Eb - F - F - Gm - Eb - F - F - Gm - Eb - F - F

         Gm - Eb - F - F - Gm

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