Anita O'Day sings "Sweet Georgia Brown"
(Oct 18, 1919 to Nov 23, 2006)
Anita O'Day's rendition
Sweet Georgia Brown
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
Two left feet, but oh so neat, Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown.
I'll tell you why. You know I don't lie (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.
Fellas she can't get are fellas she ain't met.
Georgia named her, Georgia claimed her, Sweet Georgia Brown.
No gal made's got shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
Two left feet, oh oh, so neat, Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh, 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, it's a shame how she cools 'em down.
Fellas she can't get are fellas this girl has never met.
Georgia named her, Georgia claimed her, Sweet Georgia Brown.
No gal made got the shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
Two left feet, but oh so neat is Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh, wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown.
Tell you just why. You know I don't lie (much!).
Since she came, why it's a shame how she cools 'em down.
It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town.
Fellas she can't get are fellas this girl has never met.
Georgia named her, Georgia claimed her, Sweet Georgia Brown.
music by Maceo Pinkard
words by A. Ken Casey
Sweet Georgia Brown
She just got here yesterday, Things are hot here now they say,
There's a new gal in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt. All the guys just rave about
Sweet, Sweet Georgia Brown.
And ever since she came, the common folks all claim, say;
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's cooled 'em down.
Fellas that she can't get Must be fellas that she ain't met.
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown.
All you gals will get the blues, all you pals will surely lose.
And, there's but one excuse.
Now I've told you who she was, and I've told you what she does,
Still, give this gal her dues.
This pretty maiden's prayer is answered anywhere
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!).
All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down.
Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats. Oh boy, ain't she the cats?
Who's that mister, tain't her sister, It's Sweet Georgia Brown.
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