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You get a shiver in the dark
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It's a raining in the park but meantime
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South of the river you stop and you hold everything
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A band is blowing Dixie, double four time
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You feel alright when you hear the music ring
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Well now you step inside but you dont see too many faces
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Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
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Competition in other places
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uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
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Way on downsouth x2
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London Town
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Check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
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Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make them cry or sing
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They said an old guitar is all he can afford
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When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
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And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
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He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
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He can play the honky tonk like anything
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Savin' it up for Friday night
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With the Sultans
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We're the Sultans of Swing
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Then a crowd a young boys they're a fooling around in the corner
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Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
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They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band
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It ain't what they call rock and roll
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Then the Sultans
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Yeah the Sultans they play creole creole
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And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
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And says at last just as the time bell rings
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Goodnight, now it's time to go home
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And he makes it fast with one more thing
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We are the Sultans
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We are the Sultans of Swing
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