Sultans Of Swing

Velocidade: 10
Título da página Intro:  Dm



                  Dm
You get a shiver in the dark

          C                      Bb
It's a raining in the park

          A
but meantime-

Dm
      South of the river you

 C                      Bb           A
stop and you hold everything

F
     A band is blowing Dixie,

              C
double four time

Bb
      You feel alright

                                              Dm
when you hear the music ring



   (  Bb  C  )



                         Dm
Well now you step inside

                 C
but you don't see

Bb               A
too many faces

Dm                                      C
      Coming in out of the rain

                          Bb          A
they hear the jazz go down

F                                             C
      Competition in other places

Bb
       Uh but the horns they

                       Dm      Bb   C
blowin' that sound

                                   Bb   C
Way on down south


Way on down south

 Dm                 C   Bb   C
London town



   (  Dm  C  Bb  C  )



                   Dm                           C   Bb
You check out guitar George,

                    A
he knows all the chords

Dm
      Mind, it's strictly rhythm

C
he doesn't want to

 Bb        A
make it cry or sing

F
     They said an old guitar

     C
is all, he can afford

Bb
      When he gets up under

                                      Dm   Bb  C
the lights to play his thing

Dm                                    C
      And Harry doesn't mind,

Bb                   A
if he doesn't,    make the scene

Dm                                   C
      He's got a daytime job,

         Bb        A
he's doing alright

F
       He can play the

                               C
Honky Tonk like anything

Bb
      Savin' it up, for Friday night



   (  Dm  Bb  C  )



                              Bb   C
With the Sultans

                                      Dm
We're the Sultans of Swing



   (  Dm  C  Bb  C  )   2x



              Dm
Then a crowd a young boys

                  C
they're a foolin'

  Bb                     A
around in the corner

Dm
       Drunk and dressed in their

           C                       Bb
best brown baggies and

                  A
their platform soles

F
      They don't give a damn

                    C
about any trumpet playin' band

Bb
       It ain't what they

                         Dm   Bb   C
call Rock and Roll

                                Bb   C
And the Sultans


Yeah, the Sultans,

                    Dm   C   Bb   C
they play Creole,

             Dm   C   Bb   C
Creole



Solo 1  (  Dm  C  Bb  A  )  2x

            (  F  C  Bb  Dm  )

            (  Bb  C  Bb  C  )

            (  Dm  C  Bb  C  )  2x



Dm                                         C
      And then the man he steps

         Bb              A
right up to the microphone

Dm                         C
        And says at last

                    Bb              A
just as the time bell rings

F
      "Goodnight,

                C
now it's time to go home"

Bb
      Then he makes it fast

                             Dm   Bb   C
with one more thing

                                    Bb   C
"We are the Sultans


We are the Sultans

            Dm  C  Bb  C
of Swing"

          (  Dm  C  Bb  C  )



Solo 2  (  Dm  C  Bb  C  )  7x

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