L.a.

Sweet Georgia Brown

L.a.


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 and 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 coos 'em down 
Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met 
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her 
Sweet georgia brown