Sultans Of Swing 2 chords by Dire Straits

Intro: Dm / C  C / Dm / C  C

           Dm
you get a shiver in the dark
         C           Bb       A
it’s raining in the park but meantime
Dm                      C           Bb          A
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
F                               C
a band is blowing Dixie double four time
        Bb                                 Dm   Bb  C
you feel alright when you hear that music ring


           Dm              C        Bb          A
 you step inside but you don’t see too many faces
 Dm              C                        Bb      A
coming in out of the rain to (you) hear the jazz go down
F                       C
too much competition in other places
Bb                                    Dm
but not too many horns can make that sound
(But not too many horns are blowing that sound)
Bb  C
        way on downsouth
Bb  C
        way on downsouth
Dm              Dm C Bb C       Dm C Bb C
London town

                Dm          C       Bb          A
you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Dm                    C              Bb
mind he’s (his) strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to
       A
make it cry or sing
F                       C
and an old guitar is all he can afford
Bb                                         Dm   Bb C
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
Dm                      C     Bb         A
  (and) harry doesnb’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene
Dm             C        Bb                  A
  he(’s) got a daytime job he’s doing al(l)right
F                               C
  he can play honky tone just like anything
(He can play the honky tonk like anything)


Bb                      Dm      Bb C
  saving it up for friday night
                  Bb C
with the sultans
                     Dm     Dm C Bb C
with the sultans of swing
                             Dm C Bb C


Dm                     C           Bb            A
and a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
Dm                 C                Bb
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and
     A
their platform soles
F                                       C
they don’t give a damn about (’bout) any trumpet playing band
   Bb                           Dm      Bb C
it ain’t what they call rock and roll
                Bb C
and the sultans
                        Dm     Dm C Bb C
and the sultans played creole
(Yeah the Sultans they played Creole)

                                Dm C Bb C


Dm                    C         Bb         A
and then the man he steps right up to the microphone
Dm          C                Bb         A    (A7)
and says at last just as the time bell rings
F                           C
thank you goodnight now it’s time to go home
        Bb                  Dm          Bb C
and he makes it fast with one more thing
                  Bb C
we are the sultans
                      Dm        Dm C Bb C
we are the sultans of swing