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Sweet Georgia Brown Lyrics

No gal made has got a shade on sweet georgia Brown
Two left feet but oh so neat has sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh they wanna 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 'em down
Fellers she can't get a feller she ain't met
Georgia claimed her Georgia named her sweet Georgia Brown
No gal made has got a shade...
It's been said she knocks 'em dead...
[ horns - piano - whistle ]
All those tips the porter slips to sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down
Oh boys tip your hats oh joy she's the cat's
Who's that Mister ain't her sister sweet Georgia brown
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