Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing
Tekst en muziek: Mark Knopfler
(1978)






You get a shiver in the dark
It’s 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 alright, when you hear that music ring



Well, now you step inside, but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh, but the horns they’re blowing that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town



You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind his strictly rhythm, he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
Yes, then 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 the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing



Then 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, yeah, the Sultans play Creole, Creole



And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
“Goodnight, now it’s time to go home”
And he makes it fast with one more thing
“We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing”









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