Cab Calloway And His Orchestra - 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

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

Written by:
Ben Bernie, Kenneth Casey, Maceo Pinkard

Publisher:
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