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            E7        A7       D7      G 
Who's that, mister? 'Tain't her sister Sweet Georgia Brown.