Armstrong Louis - Sweet Georgia Brown

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No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown,
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Two left feet, oh, so neat,

Has Sweet Georgia Brown!
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They all sigh, and want to die,

For Sweet Georgia Brown!
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I'll tell you just why,
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You know I don't lie, not much:

E7
It's been said

She knocks 'em dead,

When she lands in town!
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Since she came,

Why it's a shame,

How she cools them down!
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Fellows she can't get
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Are fellows she ain't met!
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Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her,
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Sweet Georgia Brown!

E7
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown,
A7
Two left feet, oh, so neat,

Has Sweet Georgia Brown!
D7
They all sigh, and want to die,

For Sweet Georgia Brown!
G
I'll tell you just why,
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You know I don't lie; not much:

E7
All those gifts some courters give,

To Sweet Georgia Brown,
A7
They buy clothes at fashion shows,

With one dollar down,
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Oh, boy! Tip your hat!
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Oh, joy! She's the cat!
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Who's that, Mister?
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'Tain't a sister!
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Sweet Georgia Brown