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No gal made has got a shade
\nOn sweet Georgia brown,
\nTwo left feet, oh, so neat,
\nHas sweet Georgia brown!<\/p>\n
They all sigh, and want to die,
\nFor sweet Georgia brown!
\nI’ll tell you just why,
\nYou know I don’t lie, not much:<\/p>\n
It’s been said she knocks ’em dead,
\nWhen she lands in town!
\nSince she came, why it’s a shame,
\nHow she cools them down!<\/p>\n
Fellas she can’t get
\nMust be fellas she ain’t met!
\nGeorgia claimed her, Georgia named her,
\nSweet Georgia brown!<\/p>\n
No gal made has got a shade
\nOn sweet Georgia brown,
\nTwo left feet, oh, so neat,
\nHas sweet Georgia brown!<\/p>\n
They all sigh, and want to die,
\nFor sweet Georgia brown!
\nI’ll tell you just why,
\nYou know I don’t lie; not much:<\/p>\n
All those gifts those courters give,
\nTo sweet Georgia brown,
\nThey buy clothes at fashion shows,
\nWith one dollar down,<\/p>\n
Oh, boy! tip your hat!
\nOh, joy! she’s the cat!
\nWho’s that, mister? ’tain’t a sister!
\nSweet Georgia brown.<\/p>\n