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Intro: Dm
[Primeira Parte]
            
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You get a shiver in the dark
      
C              Bb
It's raining in the park
     
A       Dm
But meantime
South of the river  
         
C            Bb        A  
You stop and you hold    everything
F
A band is blowin' Dixie 
        
C        Bb
Double four time
You feel alright 
                          
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When you hear that music ring
(Frases da Primeira Parte)
[Segunda Parte]
              
Dm
And now you step inside
         
C         Bb       A    Dm
But you don't see too many faces
                      
C
Comin' in out of the rain
              
Bb      A
You hear the jazz go down
F                        C    Bb
  Competition in other places
Oh, but the horns
                   
Dm   Bb  C
They blowin' that sound
                  
Bb  C
Way on down south
                   
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Way on down south London town
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(Frases da Segunda Parte)
[Terceira Parte]
              
Dm                C  Bb
You check out    guitar, George
         
A                Dm
He knows   all the chords
 
Mind he's strictly rhythm
    
C             Bb       A       
He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
F                           C
  Yes, and an old guitar is all
              
Bb
He can afford
When he gets up under the lights 
              
Dm  Bb  C
To play his thing
(Frases da Terceira Parte)
[Quarta Parte]
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   And Harry doesn't mind 
Bb            A                Dm
If he doesn't   make the scene
                    
C
He's got a daytime job
      
Bb      A
He's doin' alright
F 
  He can play the Honk Tonk
     
C        Bb
Like anything
                         
Dm   Bb  C
Savin' it up for Friday night
                 
Bb  C
With the Sultans
                      
Dm  Bb  C
With the Sultans of Swing
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[Quinta Parte]
        
Dm
And a crowd of young boys
         
C        Bb   
They're fooling around 
        
A     Dm
In the corner
                                  
C
Drunk and dressed in their best brown 
        
Bb          A
Baggies and their platform soles
F
  They don't give a damn 
            
C                  Bb
About any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call 
          
Dm   Bb  C
Rock and roll
                
Bb  C
And the Sultans
                           
Dm   Bb  C
Yeah, the Sultans played Creole
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[Primeiro Solo]  
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[Sexta Parte]
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   And then the man
     
C         Bb         A         Dm
He steps right up to the microphone
              
C
And says: At last
             
Bb        A
Just as the time bell rings
F
  Goodnight
          
C              Bb
Now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast 
                
Dm   Bb  C
With one more thing
                   
Bb  C
We are the Sultans
                        
Dm  Bb  C
We are the Sultans of Swing
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[Segundo Solo] 
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