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You get a
shiver in the dark
it`s
raining in the
park but
meantime
south of the river you
stop and you
hold everything
a band is blowing
Dixie double four time
you feel
alright when you hear that music
ring
(Now) you step
inside but you
don`t see
too many
faces
Coming in out of the
rain to (you) hear the
jazz go
down
Too much competition too
many other places
But not too many horns can make that
sound
(But not too many horns are blowing
that sound)
London town
You check out
Guitar George
he knows
all the
chords
Mind he`s (his) strictly rhythm
He doesn`t want to
make it cry or
sing
And an old guitar is all
he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his
thing
(And) harry doesnb`t
mind if
he doesn`t
make the scene
He(`s) got a
daytime job
he`s doing
al(l)right
He can play honky tone just like
anything
(He can play the honky tonk like
anything)
Saving it up for friday
night
With the sultans of
swing
And a
crowd of young boys they`re
Fooling around
in the
corner
drunk and dressed in their best brown
Baggies and their
platform soles
They don`t give a damn about
(`Bout) any
trumpet playing band
It
ain`t what they call rock and
rollDm Dm — C — B b — C
And the sultans played creole
Dm Dm — C — B b — C
(Yeah the Sultans they played Creole)
And then the man he
steps right
up to the
microphone
And says at
last just as the
time bell
rings
Thank you goodnight now it`s
time to go home
And he
makes it fast with
one more
thing
We are the
sultans of
swing