[Intro]
Dm  | Dm  C  | x4
[Strophe]
          Dm                       C              Bb       A 
You get a shiver in the dark, 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
[Strophe]
              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
Bb                                     Dm 
   Uh, but the horns they blowin' that sound
Bb - C 
        way on down south
Bb - C 
        way on down south
Dm 
London Town
[Instrumentale]
Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C
[Strophe]
             Dm             C  Bb        A 
You check out Guitar George,     he knows all the chords
Dm                             C               Bb          A 
  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
Bb                                                 Dm    Bb - C 
   When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
[Strophe]
Dm                   C    Bb           A 
   And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
Dm                   C         Bb      A 
  He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
F                                  C 
  He can play the honky tonk like anything
Bb                               Dm    Bb - C 
   Saving it up for Friday night
                  Bb - C 
with the Sultans
                    Dm 
with the Sultans of Swing
[Instrumentale]
Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C
[Strophe]
       Dm                           C        Bb           A 
Then a crowd of young boys, they're foolin' around in the corner
Dm                                C              Bb            A 
   Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
F                                        C 
  They don't give a damn about about any trumpet playin' band
Bb                                   Dm     Bb - C 
   It ain't what they call rock and roll
                Bb - C 
and the Sultans
                             Dm 
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
[Instrumentale]
Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C
[Solo]
| Dm     | C  Bb  | A      | A       |
| Dm     | C  Bb  | A      | A       |
| F      | F      | C      | C       |
| Bb     | Bb     | Dm     | Dm  Bb  |
| C      | C  Bb  | C      | C       |
[Instrumentale]
Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C
[Strophe]
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 ring
F                      C 
  Goodnight, now it's time to go home
Bb                                       Dm     Bb - C 
   Then he makes it fast with one more thing
                   Bb - C 
We are the Sultans
                      Dm 
We are the Sultans of Swing
[Instrumentale]
Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C
[Outro]
Dm - C - Bb - C 
(repeat and fade, approx x7)