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Erskine Hawkins And His Orchestra - Sweet Georgia Brown
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erskine Hawkins
Erskine Hawkins
Performer
Erskine Hawkins and His Orchestra
Erskine Hawkins and His Orchestra
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Bernie
Ben Bernie
Songwriter
Maceo Pinkard
Maceo Pinkard
Songwriter
Ken Casey
Ken Casey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Snyder
John Snyder
Producer
Joe Lopes
Joe Lopes
Engineer
Jay Newland
Jay Newland
Engineer

Lyrics

She just got here yesterday, Things are hot here now they say, There's a new gal in town. Gals are jealous, there's no doubt. All the guys just rave about Sweet, Sweet Georgia Brown. And ever since she came, the common folks all claim, say; 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 wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown, I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!). It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town. Since she came why it's a shame how she's cooled 'em down. Fellas that she can't get must be fellas that she ain't met. Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown. All you gals will get the blues, all you pals will surely lose. And, there's but one excuse. Now I've told you who she was, and I've told you what she does, Still, give this gal her dues. This pretty maiden's prayer is answered anywhere 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 wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown, I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!). It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town. Since she came why it's a shame how she's cooled 'em down. Fellas that she can't get must be fellas that she ain't met. Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown. 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 wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown, I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!). All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down. Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats. Oh boy, ain't she the cats? Who's that mister, tain't her sister, It's Sweet Georgia Brown.
Writer(s): Maceo Pinkard, Kenneth Casey, Ben Bernie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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