Sultans of Swing

Intro:
Dm  - x4

Verse 1:
            Dm
You get a shiver in the dark,
      C              A#        A7
It's raining in the park, but meantime,
Dm
  South of the river you stop
C            A#        A7
And you hold    ev'rything.
F
  A band is blowing Dixie
        C
Double four time,
A#
  You feel alright when you
                 Dm | A# | C
Hear that music ring.

Verse 2:
                Dm
Well now, you step inside
         C         A#       A7
But you don't see too many faces
Dm
  Comin' in out of the
 C                A#      A7
Rain to hear the jazz go down.
F
  Competition, too many
        C
Other places,
A#
  Uh, but the horns,
                   Dm | A# | C
They blowin' that sound.

Bridge:
                   A# | C
Way on down south,
        Csus4 C     Dm ->
Way on down  south London Town.

Dm | A# | C | Csus4 C  - x2

Verse 3:
          Dm
You check out Guitar George,
C A#         A7
    He knows    all the chords.
Dm
  Mind he's strictly rhythm,
 C                  A#       A7
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
F
  They say an old guitar
   C
Is all he can afford,
A#
  When he gets up under the lights
              Dm | A# | C
To play his thing.

Verse 4:
Dm
  And Harry doesn't
 C   A#            A7
Mind if he doesn't    make the scene.
Dm
  He's got a daytime
 C         A#      A7
Job, he's doin' alright.
F
  He can play the honky-tonk
       C
Like anything,
A#
  Saving it up
                 Dm | A# | C
For Friday night

Bridge:
                  A# | C
With the Sultans,
          Csus4 C        Dm ->
With the Sul - tans of Swing.

Dm | A# | C | Csus4 C  - x2

Verse 5:
        Dm
And a crowd of young boys,
         C        A#           A7
They're foolin' around in the corner,
Dm
  Drunk and dressed in their
 C          A#                    A7
Best brown baggies and their platform soles.
F
  They don't give a damn about any
  C
Trumpet playin' band,
A#
  It ain't what they call
          Dm | A# | C
Rock and roll.

Bridge:
                 A# | C
And the Sultans,
           Csus4 C                Dm ->
Yeah, the Sul - tans, they play Creole.

Dm | A# | C        | Csus4 C
            Creole
Dm | A# | C | Csus4 C

Verse 5: ([Instrumental])
Dm | C A# | A7 | A7  - x2
F | F | C | C
A# | A# | Dm | Dm A# | C

Bridge: ([Instrumental])
C A# | C | Csus4 C | Dm ->

Dm | A# | C | Csus4 C  - x2

Verse 6:
Dm
  And then the man,
     C         A#         A7
He steps right up to the microphone
Dm
  And says at
 C                A#        A7
Last just as the time bell rings:
F
  Goodnight,
          C
Now it's time to go home.
A#
  And he makes it fast
                Dm | A# | C
With one more thing:

Bridge:
                    A# | C
We are the Sultans,
            Csus4 C        Dm ->
We are the Sul - tans of Swing.

Dm | A# | C | Csus4 C  - x2

Coda:
Dm | A# | C | Csus4 C  - x7