Mark knopfler

Sultans of swing

Mark knopfler
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 heart that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming 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 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's doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just 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 baggiest 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 Sultans played Creole

solo

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as time bell rings
" Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home"
And he make it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans we are the sultans of Swing"

solo

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!