Titel: Sultans of swing
Bekend onder andere titels: Way on down south
Auteur: Dire Straits
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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop
And you hold ev'rything
A band is blowin' Dixie double fourtime
You feel allright when you hear that music ring

Step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain
To hear the jazz go down
Too much competition, too many other places
But not too many horns make that sound

Way on down south
Way on down south
London Town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm, he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
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 and he's doin' allright
He can play honky-tonk just like anything
Savin' it up for friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys, they're 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 of swing played Creole
And then The Man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says, at last, just as the time-bell rings
Thank you, goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans of Swing