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Sultans of

Straits

You get a in the dark,
It's a raining in the park but
South of the river you and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double four
You feel when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you see too many faces
in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in places
Uh but the horns they that sound
Way on
Way on
town
Check out george, he knows-all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make cry or sing
They an old guitar is all, he can afford

he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't, make the
got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk anything
Savin' it up, for night
With the
We're the Sultans of
Then a crowd a young they're a foolin' around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet band
It ain't what they call rock and
the Sultans
Yeah the they play creole, creole

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

We are the
We are the of Swing