Français: DO	RE	MI	FA	SOL	LA	SI
English:   C	D	E	F	G	A	B




[Intro]

| Dm     | Dm  C  | x4

[Verse 1]

          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

[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
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

[Instrumental]

Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C

[Verse 3]

             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

[Verse 4]

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

[Instrumental]

Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C

[Verse 5]

       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

[Instrumental]

Dm - C - Bb - C
...             Creole
Dm - C - Bb - C

[Lead]

| Dm     | C  Bb  | A      | A       |
| Dm     | C  Bb  | A      | A       |
| F      | F      | C      | C       |
| Bb     | Bb     | Dm     | Dm  Bb  |
| C      | C  Bb  | C      | C       |

[Instrumental]

Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C

[Verse 6]

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

[Instrumental]

Dm - C - Bb - C
Dm - C - Bb - C

[Outro Solo]

Dm - C - Bb - C
(repeat and fade, approx x7)