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, Georgia 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 B7/13- B7 B7/F# Em B7/13- 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