CAROLINA (ounce) wrote,

thinkin of the day when you went away what a life to take what a bond to break ill be missin you

you get a shiver in the dark, its been raining in the park but meantime
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
a band is blowing dixie double four time
you feel all right when you hear that music ring
you step inside but you dont see too many faces
coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
too much competition too many other places
but not too many horns can make that sound
way on down south...way on down south london time
check out guitar george he knows all the chords
mind hes strictly rhythm he doesnt want to make it cry or sing
and old guitar is all he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
and harry doesnt mind if he doesnt make the scene
hes got a daytime job, hes doin all right
he can play honky tonk just like anything
saving it up for friday night
with the sultans, with the sultans of swing
and a crowd of young boys are fooling around in the corner
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and platform soles
they dont give a damn about any trumpet playin band
it aint what they call rock n roll
and the sultans
played creole
and the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
thank you goodnight now its time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing we are the sultans of swing
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