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Sultans of swing

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Rem  Do Rem Do 
  
           Rem                   Do       Sib       La 
you get a shiver in the dark it's raining in the park but meantime
           Rem                    Do        Sib     La
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
Fa                              Do 
a band is blowing Dixie double four time
        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do 
you feel alright when you hear that music ring
  
           Rem                  Do           Sib       La 
you step inside but you don't see too many faces
           Rem                  Do           Sib       La 
coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Fa                              Do 
too much competition too many other places
Sib                                    Rem 
but not too many horns can make that sound
Sib-Do
        way on downsouth
Sib-Do
        way on downsouth
Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do
London town
           Rem                    Do           Sib       La 
you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Rem                                      Do           Sib       La 
mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Fa                              Do 
and an old guitar is all he can afford
        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do 
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
       Rem                                      Do           Sib       La 
And  harry doesnb't mind if he doesn't make the scene
  Rem               Do           Sib       La 
he's got a daytime job he's doing allright
Fa                              Do 
he can play honky tone just like anything
        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do 
saving it up for friday night
Sib-Do
with the sultans
Rem           Rem-Do-Sib-Do   Rem-Do-Sib-Do
with the sultans of swing
           Rem                    Do           Sib       La 
and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Rem                                    Do           Sib       La 
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
Fa                              Do 
they don't give a damn about ('bout) any trumpet playing band
        Sib                      Rem    Sib-Do 
it ain't what they call rock and roll
Sib-Do
and the sultans
Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do
and the sultans played creole
 Rem                            Do           Sib       La 
and then the man he steps right up to the microphone
 Rem                            Do           Sib       La 
and says at last just as the time bell rings
Fa                              Do 
thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
        Sib                                 Rem    Sib-Do 
and he makes it fast with one more thing
Sib-Do
we are the sultans
Rem              Rem-Do-Sib-Do       Rem-Do-Sib-Do
we are the sultans of swing