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F#m E D C#You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park but meantime
F#m E D C# South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A E A band is blowing Dixie double four time
D F#m D E You feel alright when you hear that music ring
F#m E D C#Well now, you step inside but you don't see too many faces
F#m E D C# Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
A E Competition in other places
D F#m Uh, but the horns they blowin' that sound
D E way on down south
D E way on down south
F#mLondon Town
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F#m E D C#You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
F#m E D C# Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
A E They say an old guitar is all he can afford
D F#m D E When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
F#m E D C# And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
F#m E D C# He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
A E He can play the honky tonk like anything
D F#m D E Saving it up for Friday night
D Ewith the Sultans
F#mwith the Sultans of Swing
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F#m E D C#Then a crowd of young boys, they're foolin' around in the corner
F#m E D C# Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
A E They don't give a damn about about any trumpet playin' band
D F#m D E It ain't what they call rock and roll
D Eand the Sultans
F#mYeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
F#m E D E... Creole
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F#m E D C# And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
F#m E D C# C#7 And says at last just as the time bell ring
A E Goodnight, now it's time to go home
D F#m D E Then he makes it fast with one more thing
D EWe are the Sultans
F#mWe are the Sultans of Swing
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F#m E D E(repeat and fade, approx x7)