You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
And a crowd of young boys
And says at last just as the time bell rings
And their platform soles, they don't give a damn
Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
He knows all the chords, mind he's strictly rhythm
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
And he makes it fast with one more thing
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And an old guitar is all he can afford
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
But not too many horns can make that sound
You check out Guitar George
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
About any trumpet playing band
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of swing
And the Sultans played Creole
They're fooling around in the corner
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
Too much competition too many other places
Saving it up for Friday night
He can play honky tonk just like anything
He doesn't want to make it cry or sing
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London Town
