Sultans Of Swing, Dire Straits (acordes)

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Intro: Rem / Do  Do / Rem / Do  Do 

           Rem 
you get a shiver in the dark 
         Do           Sib         La 
it's raining in the park but meantime 
Rem                      Do           Sib          La 
south of the river you stop and you hold everything 
Fa                               Do 
a band is blowing Dixie double four time 
        Sib                                 Rem   Sib  Do 
you feel alright when you hear that music ring 

           Rem              Do        Sib          La 
 you step inside but you don't see too many faces 
 Rem              Do                        Sib      La 
coming in out of the rain to [you] hear the jazz go down 
Fa                       Do 
too much competition in other places 
Sib                                    Rem 
but not too many horns can make that sound 
[But not too many horns are blowing that sound] 
Sib  Do 
        way on downsouth 
Sib  Do 
        way on downsouth 
Rem              Rem Do Sib Do       Rem Do Sib Do 
London town 

                Rem          Do       Sib          La 
you check out Guitar George he knows all the chords 
Rem                    Do              Sib              
mind he's [his] strictly rhythm he doesn't want to  
       La 
make it cry or sing 
Fa                       Do 
and an old guitar is all he can afford 
Sib                                         Rem   Sib Do 
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing 
Rem                      Do     Sib         La 
  [and] harry doesnb't mind if he doesn't make the scene 
Rem             Do        Sib                  La 
  he['s] got a daytime job he's doing al[l]right 
Fa                               Do 
  he can play honky tone just like anything 
[He can play the honky tonk like anything] 

Sib                      Rem      Sib Do 
  saving it up for friday night 
                  Sib Do 
with the sultans 
                     Rem     Rem Do Sib Do 
with the sultans of swing 
                             Rem Do Sib Do 

Rem                     Do           Sib            La 
and a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner 
Rem                 Do                Sib            
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and  
     La 
their platform soles 
Fa                                       Do 
they don't give a damn about ['bout] any trumpet playing band 
   Sib                           Rem      Sib Do 
it ain't what they call rock and roll 
                Sib Do 
and the sultans 
                        Rem     Rem Do Sib Do 
and the sultans played creole 
[Yeah the Sultans they played Creole] 

                                Rem Do Sib Do 

Rem                    Do         Sib         La 
and then the man he steps right up to the microphone 
Rem          Do                Sib         La    [La7] 
and says at last just as the time bell rings 
Fa                           Do 
thank you goodnight now it's time to go home 
        Sib                  Rem          Sib Do 
and he makes it fast with one more thing 
                  Sib Do 
we are the sultans 
                      Rem        Rem Do Sib Do 
we are the sultans of swing