Аккорды к песне ​Dire Straits — Sultans of Swing

[Intro] 
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[Verse 1] 
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You get a shiver in the dark, it's raining in the park but meantime 
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  South of the river you stop and you hold everything 
F                        C 
 A band is blowing Dixie double four time 
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   You feel alright when you hear that music ring 
 
[Verse 2] 
          Dm                 C         Bb          A 
Well now, you step inside but you don't see too many faces 
Dm                   C              Bb         A 
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz                 Go down 
F                 C 
  Competition in other places 
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   Uh, but the horns they blowin' that sound 
Bb -      C 
        way on down south 
Bb -      C 
        way on down south 
Dm 
London Town 
 
[Instrumental] 
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Dm -  C -  Bb -  C 
 
[Verse 3] 
        Dm             C     Bb           A 
You check out Guitar George,     he knows all the chords 
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  Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing 
F                    C 
  They say an old guitar is all he can afford 
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   When he gets up under the lights to play his thing 
 
[Verse 4] 
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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 doin' alright 
F                       C 
  He can play the honky tonk like anything 
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   Saving it up for Friday night 
              Bb - C 
with the Sultans 
              Dm 
with the Sultans of Swing 
 
[Instrumental] 
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Dm -  C -  Bb -  C 
 
[Verse 5] 
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Then a crowd of young boys, they're foolin' around in the corner 
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   Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles 
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  They don't give a damn about about any trumpet playin' band 
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   It ain't what they call rock and roll 
            Bb - C 
and the Sultans 
                      Dm 
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole 
 
[Instrumental] 
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...             Creole 
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[Lead] 
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| Dm |         C      Bb |     A |         A | 
| F |      F |        C |         C | 
| Bb |        Bb |          Dm |         Dm        Bb | 
| C      |   C    Bb  |   C      |   C       | 
 
[Instrumental] 
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Dm -  C -  Bb -  C 
 
[Verse 6] 
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   And then the man he steps right up to the microphone 
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   And says at last just as the time bell ring 
F               C 
Goodnight, now it's time to       Go home 
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   Then he makes it fast with one more thing 
            Bb - C 
We are the Sultans 
                Dm 
We are the Sultans of Swing 
 
[Instrumental] 
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Dm -  C -  Bb -  C 
 
[Outro Solo] 
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(repeat and fade, approx x7)