Carmen Ezgeta

                                   You get a shiver in the dark
             It's been raining in the park but meantime
         South of the river you stop and you hold everything
                                       A band is blowing Dixie double four time
                                           You feel all right when you hear that music ring
                                                       You step inside but you don't see too many faces
                                                               Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
                                                                               Too much competition too many other places
                                                                           But not too many horns can make that sound
                                                       Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
                                         You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
                                       Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
                                                   And an old guitar is all he can afford
                                       When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
                               And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
                                                 He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
                                             He can play honky tonk just like anything
                                                                             Saving it up for Friday night
                                                         With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
                                             And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
                                                 Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
                                                                   They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
                                                                                       It ain't what they call rock and roll
                                                                               And the Sultans played Creole
                               And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
                                                           And says at last just as the time bell rings
                                                         'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
                                                                                     and he makes it fast with one more thing

                                                             'We are the Sultans of Swing'.

Mark Knopfler



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