Sultans Of Swing Dire Straits Dm C Bb A You get a shi¬ver in the dark, it`s rai¬ning in the park but me¬an¬ti¬me Dm C Bb A South of the ri¬ver you stop and you hold ev`rything F C A band is blo¬wing Di¬xie, dou¬ble four ti¬me Bb Dm Bb-C You feel al¬right when you he¬ar that mu¬sic ring Now you step in¬si¬de but you don`t see too ma¬ny fa¬ces Co¬ming in out of the rain to he¬ar the jazz go down Com¬pe¬ti¬tion in ot¬her pla¬ces Ah, but the horns they´re blo¬wing that sound Bb-C Bb-C Dm Dm-Bb-C Dm-Bb-C Way on down¬south, way on down¬south Lon¬don town You check out Gui¬tar Ge¬or¬ge, he knows all the chords Mind he`s strict¬ly rhythm, he doesn`t want to ma¬ke it cry or sing And then an old gui¬tar is all he can af¬ford When he gets up un¬der the lights to play his thing And Har¬ry doesn`t mind if he doesn`t ma¬ke the sce¬ne He`s got a da¬yti¬me job, he`s do¬ing al¬right He can play the Hon¬ky tonk li¬ke an¬y¬thing Sa¬ving it up for fri¬day night With the Sul¬tans, with the Sul¬tans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they`re foo¬ling around in the cor¬ner Drunk and dres¬sed in their best brown bag¬gies and their plat¬form so¬les They don`t gi¬ve a damn ab¬out any trum¬pet play¬ing band It ain`t what they call Rock`n Roll And the Sul¬tans, ye¬ah, the Sul¬tans play Cre¬o¬le Solo And then the man he steps right up to the mi¬cro¬pho¬ne And says at last just as the ti¬me bell rings Good night, now it`s ti¬me to go ho¬me Then he ma¬kes it fast with one mo¬re thing We are the Sul¬tans, we are the Sul¬tans of Swing Solo