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Sultans of Swing
Dire Straits Lyrics


You get a shiver in the dark
It's a 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 the music ring

Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town

You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
They said 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
Savin' it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing

Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' 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 playin' band
It ain't what they call Rock and Roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they 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"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing

"We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Mark Knopfler

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luana guerreiro

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 blowin' Dixie, double-four time. You feel alright when you hear that music play. You step inside, but you don't see too many faces.
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down. Competition in other places...
But the horns, they blowin' that sound.
Way on down south, Way on down south, London-town Check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords. But it's strictly rhythm; he doesn't want to make it cry or sing. If any 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,
Savin' 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. The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band. It ain't what they call rock and roll.And the Sultans, Yes the Sultans play 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're the Sultans”
We are the Sultans of Swing.



Nos

You get a shiver in the dark
It's a 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 the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
They said 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
Savin' it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We're the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' 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 playin' band
It ain't what they call Rock and Roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they 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"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"



Pierre-Jean Doucède

A te mettre la Vie et la fritté all life long... Chanson pour ma Maman.. Que j ai écouté à fond en conduisant très vite vers l hôpital.... Chanson à ma Maman... Que je suis et toujours là avec toi... Oh Sultane de Vie.. Magnifiques ils sont... Nous avons besoin des Vrais... Des Vrais
Ré Woodstock
Un jour prochain
A la fin de covid
Et Tournées mondiales et Populaires de Tous ceux la
Qui nous font toucher les étoiles et le Paradis... Oui... Oui.. Oui... Au diable les autres et les cyniques, les pas vrais de cette Terre qu ils gâchent tout
.... Oui...
Allez well done
Go go go go.. Mark... Et public... Go
Engagez vous
Vous les vrais....
Go go go
Solis des anges
Tu étais un Ange
Maman...



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Bruno Albouze

Grandiose! Mark you are the best

larbi

روعة

Juarez Barboza

The best

Joby Manuel

Bruno Albouze the queen of England wants to eliminate me...........any solution........?

hannah splendor

Bruno Albouze https://youtu.be/4zqojgksWI0 nice to hear cover

romain douchin

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Joao Braga

The only thing I don't like about this performance is that I wasn't there!

Annyun Das

Another thing I don't like is that it ended.

Eric Minch

Nice of Terry Williams to let Dire Straits back him up on this. He put a week's worth of drumming into 10 minutes.

Robert Andrew

@Annyun Das Terry Williams raised the bar on this and Mark followed at the end. A masterpiece.

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