Dm | Dm | Dm | Dm |
Dm | ||
You get a | shiver | in the dark, |
C | Bb | A | ||||
It’s | rain | ing in the | park | but | mean | time. |
Dm | C | |
South of the river you | stop |
Bb | A | ||
And you | hold | every | thing. |
F | C | ||
A band is blowing Dixie double | four | time. |
Bb | |
You feel alright |
Dm | Bb | C | |
When you hear the music | ring. |
Dm | ||
You | step | inside but |
C | Bb | A | |||
You | don’t | see | too | many | faces |
Dm | C | |
Coming in out of the | rain |
Bb | A | ||
To hear the | jazz | go | down. |
F | C | |
Competition in other places, |
Bb | Dm | Bb | |
But the horns they’re blowing that | sound. |
C | Bb | C | |
Way on downsouth, |
Dm | C | Bb | C | ||
Way on downsouth | Lond | on town. |
Dm | C | Bb | C | C |
Dm | C | ||
You check | out | Guitar George, |
Bb | A | ||
He knows | all the chords. |
Dm | |
Mind he’s strictly rhythm |
C | Bb | A | ||||
He | does | n’t want to | make | it | cry | or sing. |
F | C | ||
And an old guitar is | all | he can afford. |
Bb | |
When he gets op under the lights |
Dm | Bb | C | |
To play his | thing. |
Dm | C | |
And Harry doesn’t | mind |
Bb | A | ||
if | he doesn’t | make | the scene. |
Dm | C | Bb | A | |||
He’s got a day-time | job, | he’s | doing | al- | right. |
F | C | ||
He can play the honky-tonk just like | anyt | hing. |
Bb | Dm | Bb | C | |
Saving it up, for Friday night. |
Bb | C | |
With the sultans, |
Dm | C | Bb | C | |
With the Sultans of Swing. |
Dm | C | Bb | C | C |
Dm | ||
And a | crowd | of young boys, |
C | Bb | A | ||||
They’re | fool | ing a- | round | in the | corn | er. |
Dm | C | ||
Drunk and dressed in their best | brown | baggies |
Bb | A | |
And | their platform | soles. |
F | |
They don’t give a damn |
C | ||
About any | trum | pets playing band. |
Bb | Dm | Bb | ||
It ain’t what they call rock | and | roll. |
C | Bb | |
And the Sultans, |
C | Dm | C | Bb | C | ||
the Sultans played | Creo | le. |
Dm | C | Bb | C | C |
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Dm | C | |
And then the man he | steps |
Bb | A | |||
Right | up | to the | micr | ophone |
Dm | C | Bb | A | |||
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 | |
And he makes fast with one more | thing |
C | Bb | |
“We are the Sultans, |
C | Dm | C | Bb | C | |
We are the Sultans of Swing.” |
Dm | C | Bb | C | C |
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