You get a shiver in the dark It's 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
And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain you hear the jazz go down Competition in other places Oh but the horns they blowing that sound Way on down south, way on down south London town
You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing Yes and 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 Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling 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 playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans... Yea the Sultans that play Creole ...Creole
And then the man steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Goodnight, now it's time to go home' And he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'
Bell bottom blues, you made me cry. I don't want to lose this feeling. And if I could choose a place to die It would be in your arms.
Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you? Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back? I'd gladly do it because I don't want to fade away. Give me one more day, please. I don't want to fade away. In your heart I want to stay.
It's all wrong, but it's all right. The way that you treat me baby. Once I was strong but I lost the fight. You won't find a better loser.
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Bell bottom blues, don't say goodbye. I'm sure we're gonna meet again, And if we do, don't you be surprised If you find me with another lover.
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I don't want to fade away. Give me one more day please. I don't want to fade away. In your heart I long to stay.
Try www.threeriversonline.com for more music. This is a breathtakingly good version of Little Wing done by Eric Clapton and Cheryl Crow. The song was written by Jimi Hendrix. Has a lot of jazz guys playing backup like Steve Gadd and a great solo by David Sanborn.
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car. Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far. And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table.
I told you not to wander 'round in the dark. I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park. Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel.
Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down. Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round? And you better pick yourself up from the ground Before they bring the curtain down, Yes, before they bring the curtain down.
Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you. She didn't have the time to wait in the queue. She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.
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