1925 – Ben Bernie / Maceo Pinkard / Kenneth Casey
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 cools ’em down
Fellers she can’t get are fellers she ain’t met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia Brown