Sultans of Swing / Dire Straits ~ lyrics and guitar chords
Sultans of Swing
Dire Straits 

Dm C Dm (x2)
                              Dm                                  C                    Bb           A               A7
             You get a shiver in the dark, it's a raining in the park but meantime
           Dm                                 C                   Bb              A
             South of the river you stop and you hold everything
          F                                                   C            add4
             A band is blowin' Dixie double four time
          Bb                                                                     Dm     Bb  C4 C
             You feel all right when you hear the music ring

             Well now, you step inside but you don't see too many faces
             Coming in out of the rain and hear the jazz go down
             Competition in other places
             Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound

                                C                                 Bb  C4 C
                                   Way on down south
                                                                    Dm        add2    Bb  C4 C  C6 C
                                   Way on down south London town
                                                                                              Dm add2  Bb  C4  C flourish

             Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
             Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
             Yes, and an old guitar is all he can afford
             When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

             And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
             He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
             He can play honky tonk like anything
             Saving it up for Friday night

                                     With the Sultans
                                     With the Sultans of Swing

             And a crowd of young boys they're foolin' around in the corner
             Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
             They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
             It ain't what they call rock and roll

                                     And the Sultans
                                     Yeah, the Sultans they play Creole... Creole
                                                      *Solo*   (verse & bridge)

             And then the man steps right up to the microphone
             And says at last just as the time bell rings
             "Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
             And he makes it fast with one more thing

                                     We are the Sultans
                                     We are the Sultans of Swing
                                                      *Solo*   Dm add2  Bb   C4 C    C6 C
                                                                         Dm add2  Bb  C4  C flourish
                                                                            (repeat & fade)

  Copyright 1980
  By Mark Knopfler
  Dire Straits

          Dm C  Bb A   A7  F  C4 Dm D2 C6  C flourish
      e |-5--------0---0---1-----1--0--5------------
      B |-6--5--3--2---2---1--6--3--3--5------------
      G |-7--5--3--2---0---2--5--2--2--5------------
      D |-7--5--3--2---2---3--5--0--0------------5--
      A |-5--3--1--0---0---3--3--0--0----------5----
      E |------------------1---------------8-7------

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