About the song
Let me introduce you to an absolute classic in the realm of rock music: “Sultans of Swing” by the iconic band Dire Straits. This timeless track, featured on their self-titled debut album “Dire Straits,” is a true masterpiece that has captivated audiences since its release in 1978.
Crafted by the band’s frontman and lead guitarist, the legendary Mark Knopfler, “Sultans of Swing” showcases his exceptional songwriting skills and distinctive guitar playing. With its catchy melody and evocative lyrics, the song quickly gained popularity, earning critical acclaim and commercial success.
In terms of chart performance, “Sultans of Swing” soared to impressive heights, reaching the top 10 in several countries and earning Dire Straits widespread recognition as one of the foremost bands of the era. Its unique blend of rock, jazz, and blues influences struck a chord with listeners, solidifying its place in music history.
Over the years, “Sultans of Swing” has become an enduring classic, beloved by fans of all ages and cherished for its timeless appeal. Its infectious groove and virtuoso guitar work continue to inspire generations of musicians and music enthusiasts alike.
So, if you’re in the mood for a musical journey that transcends time and genre, look no further than “Sultans of Swing” by Dire Straits. Let its irresistible rhythm and masterful musicianship transport you to a place where the magic of music knows no bounds.
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Lyrics
You get a shiver in the dark
It’s a 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 alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south
London town
You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind, it’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all, he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn’t mind, if he doesn’t, make the scene
He’s got a daytime job, he’s doing alright
He can play the Honky Tonk like anything
Savin’ it up, for Friday night
With the Sultans
We’re the Sultans of Swing
Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playin’ band
It ain’t what they call Rock and Roll
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
“Goodnight, now it’s time to go home”
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
“We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing”