Sweet Georgia Brown letra

No gal made has got a shade
On sweet georgia brown
Two left feet, oh, so neat
Has sweet georgia brown
They all sigh, and want to die
For sweet georgia brown
I'll tell you just why
You know i don't lie, not much
It's been said she knocks 'em dead
When she lands in town
Since she came, why it's a shame
How she cools them down
Fellas she can't get
Must be fellas she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, georgia named her
Sweet georgia brown

No gal made has got a shade
On sweet georgia brown
Two left feet, oh, so neat
Has sweet georgia brown
They all sigh, and want to die
For sweet georgia brown
I'll tell you just why
You know i don't lie, not much
All those gifts those courters give
To sweet georgia brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows
With one dollar down
Oh, boy! tip your hat
Oh, joy! she's the cat
Who's that, mister? it ain't a sister
Sweet georgia brown

Traditional Jazz Band - Letras

• Sweet Georgia Brown