Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing

[Intro]
Dm / C  C / Dm / C  C

           Dm
you get a shiver in the dark

         C           Bb         A
it's raining in the park but meantime

Dm                      C           Bb          A
south of the river you stop and you hold everything

F                               C
a band is blowing Dixie double four time

        Bb                                 Dm   Bb  C
you feel alright when you hear that music ring


           Dm              C        Bb          A
you step inside but you don't see too many faces

 Dm              C                        Bb      A
coming in out of the rain to (you) hear the jazz go down

F                       C
too much competition in other places

Bb                                    Dm
but not too many horns can make that sound
(But not too many horns are blowing that sound)

Bb  C
way on downsouth
     
Bb  C
way on downsouth
     
Dm              Dm C Bb C       Dm C Bb C
London town


                Dm          C       Bb          A
you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords

Dm                    C              Bb            
mind he's (his) strictly rhythm he doesn't want to

       A
make it cry or sing

F                       C
and an old guitar is all he can afford

Bb                                         Dm   Bb C
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing

Dm                      C     Bb         A
(and) harry doesnb't mind if he doesn't make the scene

Dm             C        Bb                  A
he('s) got a daytime job he's doing al(l)right

F                               C
he can play honky tone just like anything
(He can play the honky tonk like anything)


Bb                      Dm      Bb C
saving it up for friday night

                  Bb C
with the sultans

                     Dm     Dm C Bb C
with the sultans of swing

Dm C Bb C  

Dm                     C           Bb            A
and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner

Dm                 C                Bb          
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and

     A
their platform soles

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

   Bb                           Dm      Bb C
it ain't what they call rock and roll

                Bb C
and the sultans

                        Dm     Dm C Bb C
and the sultans played creole
(Yeah the Sultans they played Creole)

Dm C Bb C

Dm                    C         Bb         A
and then the man he steps right up to the microphone

Dm          C                Bb         A    (A7)
and says at last just as the time bell rings

F                           C
thank you goodnight now it's time to go home

        Bb                  Dm          Bb C
and he makes it fast with one more thing

                  Bb C
we are the sultans chordband.com

                      Dm        Dm C Bb C
we are the sultans of swing