Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swingadd

Intro.   G#m - G#m - G#m - G#m - G#m - G#m - G#m - G#m

      G#m                        F#             E        D#      D#7

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

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

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

Competition in other places, er but the horns, they blowing that sound.
   E  F#                  G#m         F#  E - E - F# - F# - G#m  F#  E - E - F# - F#

    Way on down south     way on down south London town.

        G#m            F#  E       D#              D#7
 You check out Guitar George    he knows all the chords
  G#m                         F#                 E         D#        D#7

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

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

 G#m                  F#   E           D#             D#7

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

 He can play the honky tonk like anything saving it up Friday night.
        E  F#           G#m   F#  E - E - F# - F# - G#m  F#  E - E - F# - F#
  With the Sultans     with the Sultans of swing.

      G#m                        F#          E           D#    D#7

  And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
     G#m                              F#             E              D#        D#7

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

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

Solo.    G#m - F#  E - D# - D#7 - G#m - F#  E - D# - D# - B - B - F# - F# - E - E - G#m
 - G#m  E - F# - F#  E - F# - F#

         G#m  F#  E - E - F# - F# - G#m  F#  E - E - F# - F#

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

Outro.   G#m - E - F# - F# - G#m - E - F# - F# - G#m - E - F# - F#
                                                       fade
         G#m - E - F# - F# - G#m - E - F# - F# - G#m - E - F# - F#

         G#m - E - F# - F# - G#m

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