Dire Straits – Sultans Of Swing (Guitar Acoustic)

          Dm
You get a shiver in the dark

     C            Bb           A        A7
it's a raining in the park but meantime

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

F                                  C
   A band is blowing Dixie double fourtime

Bb                                         Dm     Bb  C
 You feel alright when you hear the music ring

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

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

F                        C
   Competition in other places

Bb                                        Dm
   Er, but the horns they're blowing that sound

Bb  C                   Bb  C
        way on downsouth,      way on downsouth,

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London town

             Dm            C   Bb   A                    A7
You check out Guitar George,    he knows  all the chords,

Dm                          C           Bb             A           A
 mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing

F                            C
   Yes 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                   A
  And Harry doesn't mind  if he doesn't make the scene

  Dm                 C    Bb        A         A7
  he's got a daytime job he's doing alright

F                                 C
  He can play the honkytonk like anything

Bb                          Dm
  saving it up   Friday night

Bb  C                    Bb  C
        with the Sultans,        with the Sultans of

Dm          C  Bb    C   C   Dm  C Bb    C
swing

      Dm                       C           Bb           A7       A7
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner

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 drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles

F                                     C
   They don't give a damn   about any trumpet  playing band,

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

Bb  C                   Bb  C
        and the Sultans,        yeah the Sultans they play

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Creole                (Creole)                   (ah, ah)

Dm                   C           Bb        A7         A7
 And then the man he steps right up to the microphone

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

F                         C
   Goodnight   now it's time    to go home

Bb                                    Dm
 And he makes it fast  with one more thing

Bb  C                      Bb  C
        we are the Sultans,        we are the Sultans of

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swing

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(several times, fade out)