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Sultans of

Straits

You get a in the dark,
a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double time
You feel when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go
in other places
Uh but the horns they that sound
Way on
Way on
town
Check out guitar george, he the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he want to make them cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all, he can

When he gets up the lights to play his thing

And Harry mind, if he doesn't, make the scene
He's got a job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like
Savin' it up, for Friday
the Sultans
We're the of Swing
Then a crowd a boys they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any playin' band
It what they call rock and roll
the Sultans
Yeah the Sultans they creole, creole

And the man he steps right up to the microphone
And at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now time to go home
And he makes it with one more thing

We are the
We are the of Swing