Sultans Of Swing, Dire Straits (acordes) (ver 3)

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[Intro]  
 
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[Verse 1]  
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You get a shiver in the dark, It's  
         Bb  
raining in the park  
  A  
But meantime  
 
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    South of the river  
  C                Bb     A  
You stop and you hold  everything  
 
F  
A band is blowing Dixie  
     C  
Double four time  
 
Bb  
 You feel alright  
 
When you hear the music ring  
 
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      Well now you step inside  
      C            Bb     A  
But you don't see too  many faces  
 
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    Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down  
 
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Competition in other places  
 
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 Uh but the horns they blowin' that sound  
 
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]  
 
 
 
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Way on downsouth  
 
C  
Way on downsouth  
 
 
 
[Chorus]  
 
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London town  
 
C Dm C Bb C  
 
 
[Verse 2]  
       Dm             C  
Check out  guitar George  
 
Bb      A  
 He knows all the chords  
 
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    Mind, it's strictly rhythm  
 
C               Bb         A  
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing  
 
F                          C  
Left-handed old guitar is all he can afford  
 
Bb  
 When he gets up under the lights to play his thing  
 
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         And Harry doesn't mind  if he doesn't make the scene  
 
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 He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright  
 
F                                C  
He can play the honky tonk like anything  
 
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 Savin' it up, for Friday night  
 
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]  
 
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With the Sultans  
 
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With the Sultans of Swing  
 
 
 
[Chorus]  
 
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[Verse 3]  
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And a crowd a young boys They're  
       Bb           A  
foolin' around in the corner  
 
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    Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies  
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And their platform soles  
 
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They don't give a damn  
 
 
       C                    Bb  
About any trumpet playin' band  
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It ain't what they call rock and roll  
 
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]  
 
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And the Sultans  
 
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Yeah, the Sultans, they play creole,      creole  
 
 
 
[Chorus]  
 
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[Solo 1]  
 
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[Verse 4]  
 
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 And then the man  
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He steps right up to the microphone  
 
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    And says at last  
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Just as the time bell rings  
 
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"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"  
 
Then he makes it fast  
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With one more thing  
 
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]  
 
C                  Bb  
We are the Sultans  
 
 
 
[Chorus]  
 
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We are the Sultans of Swing  
 
 
 
[Solo 2]  
 
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