SULTANS OF SWING

Dire Straits

Rem  Do Rem Do

 

           Rem                                  Do           Sib       La

you get a shiver in the dark it's raining in the park but meantime

           Rem                                  Do           Sib       La

south of the river you stop and you hold everything

Fa                              Do

a band is blowing Dixie double four time

        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do

you feel alright when you hear that music ring

 

           Rem                                  Do           Sib       La

you step inside but you don't see too many faces

           Rem                                  Do           Sib       La

coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down

Fa                              Do

too much competition too many other places

Sib                                    Rem

but not too many horns can make that sound

Sib-Do

        way on downsouth

Sib-Do

        way on downsouth

Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do

London town

           Rem                                  Do           Sib       La

you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords

Rem                                                                Do           Sib       La

mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing

Fa                              Do

and an old guitar is all he can afford

        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do

when he gets up under the lights to play his thing

       Rem                                      Do           Sib       La

And  harry doesnb't mind if he doesn't make the scene

  Rem               Do           Sib       La

he's got a daytime job he's doing allright

Fa                              Do

he can play honky tone just like anything

        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do

saving it up for friday night

Sib-Do

with the sultans

Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do

with the sultans of swing

           Rem                                  Do           Sib       La

and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner

Rem                                                             Do           Sib       La

drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles

Fa                              Do

they don't give a damn about ('bout) any trumpet playing band

        Sib                      Rem    Sib-Do

it ain't what they call rock and roll

Sib-Do

and the sultans

Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do

and the sultans played creole

 Rem                            Do           Sib       La

and then the man he steps right up to the microphone

 Rem                            Do           Sib       La

and says at last just as the time bell rings

Fa                              Do

thank you goodnight now it's time to go home

        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do

and he makes it fast with one more thing

Sib-Do

we are the sultans

Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do

we are the sultans of swing

 
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