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 want to 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 coos 'em down Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her Sweet Georgia brown