| 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 |
| \leftrepeat Dm | C | Bb | A | A | \rightrepeat | ||
| F | F | C | C | ||||
| Bb | Bb | Dm | Dm | Bb | |||
| C | C | Bb | C | C | |||
| \leftrepeat Dm | C | Bb | C | C | \rightrepeat |
| 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 |
| \leftrepeat Dm C\nb Bb \nb C \nb C \rightrepeat\note |