Tom: G
Introdução:
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(b5) E7 A7 D7 G
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown
E7 Bm7(b5) E7 Cº E7 Bm7(b5) E7
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
A7 Em7 A7 Cº 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 G G/F# B7
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie, not much
E7 Bm7(b5) E7 Cº E7 Bm7(b5) E7
All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
A7 Em7 A7 Cº A7 Em7 A7
They buy clothes at fashion shows with one dollar down
Em B7 B7/F# Em B7 B7/F
Oh boy tip your hats, oh joy, she's the "cat's"
G G/F# Bm7(b5)
Who's that, mister
E7 A7 D7 G
'Tain't her sister Sweet Georgia Brown
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