Dire Straits

 

 

 

So far away

 
 
Now here I am again in this mean old town,

And you're so far away from me.

Now where are you when the sun goes down,

You're so far away from me.

 

You're so far away from me,

So far I just can't see.

You're so far away from me,

You're so far away from me.

Alright.

 

I'm tired of being in love and being all alone,

When you're so far away from me.

I'm tired of making out on the telephone,

Cause you're so far away from me.

 

You're so far away from me,

So far I just can't see.

You're so far away from me,

You're so far away from me.

Alright.

 

And I get so tired when I have to explain,

That you're so far away from me.

See you've been in the sun and I've been in the rain,

And you're so far away from me.

 

You're so far away from me,

So far I just can't see.

You're so far away from me,

You're so far away from me.

Check it out.

 

So far away.

You're so far away from me.

(You're so far.)

Alright.

(You're so far.)

Yes, you're so far away from me.

 

 

WHY WORRY

 

Baby I see this world has made you sad

Some people can be bad

The things they do, the things they say

But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears

I'll chase away those restless fears

That turn your blue skies into grey

 

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain

There should be sunshine after rain

These things have always been the same

So why worry now

 

Baby when I get down I turn to you

And you make sense of what I do

I know it isn't hard to say

But baby just when this world seems mean and cold

Our love comes shining red and gold

And all the rest is by the way

 

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain

There should be sunshine after rain

These things have always been the same

So why worry now

 

 

The Man's Too Strong

I'm just and ageing drummer boy

And in the wars I used to play

And I've called the tune

To many a torture session

Now they say I am a war criminal

And I'm fading away

Father please hear my confession

 

I have legalised robbery

Called it a belief

I have run with the money

And hid like a theif

I have re-written history

With my armies and my crooks

Invented memories

I did burn all the books

And I can still hear his laughter

And I can still hear his song

The man's too big

The man's too strong

 

Well I have tried to be meek

And I have tried to be mild

But I spat like a woman

And sulked like a child

I have lived behind walls

That have made me alone

Striven for peace

Which I have never known

And I can still hear his laughter

And I can still hear his song

The man's too big

The man's too strong

 

Well the sun rose on the courtyard

And they all did hear him say

'You always were a Judas

But I got you anyway

You may have got your silver

But I swear upon my life

Your sister gave me diamonds

And I gave them to your wife'

Oh father please help me

For I have done wrong

The man's too big

The man's too strong

 

 

Sultans Of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark

It's rainin' 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

Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down

Competition in other places

But the horns, they're blowing that sound

Way on down south, way on down south in London town

 

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords

But it's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing

A standard note 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 doin' alright

He can play the honky tonk like anything

Savin' it up for Friday night

With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

 

And a crowd of young boys, they're 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 played 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"

And he makes it fast with one more thing

"We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing"