Sweet Georgia Brown

E7 No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown A7 Two left feet but oh so neat, has Sweet Georgia Brown D7 They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown G D7 G B7 I'll tell you why, you know I don't lie much E7 It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town A7 Since she came, why it's a shame how she coos 'em down Em B7 Em B7 Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met G G/F# Bm7/-5 E7 A7 D7 G Georgia claimed her, Gergia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown E7 Bm5-/7 E7 Cdim E7 Bm5-/7 E7 No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown A7 Em7 A7 Cdim A7 Em7 A7 Two left feet but oh so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown. D Am7 D9 Am7 D Am7 D7 They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown D7/F# G G/F# D7 D7/13- G G/F# B7 I'll tell you just why, you know i don't lie, not much E7 Bm5-/7 E7 Cdim E7 Bm5-/7 E7 All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown A7 Em7 A7 Cdim A7 Em7 A7 They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down Em B+ B7 B7/F# Em B+ B7 B7/F Oh boy tip your hats, oh joy, she's the "cat's" G G/F# Bm5-/7 Who's that, mister E7 A7 D7 G 'Tain't her sister Sweet Georgia Brown