This song, adapted by the
Harlem Globetrotters was written in
1925 by
jazz writers
Maceo Pinkard,
Ben Bernie, and
Kenneth Casey. Pinkard was a succesful songwriter during that roaring decade. However, Bernie didn't have much time to enjoy the fruits of their success; he lost all his fortune in the
Great Crash of '29.
Sweet Georgia Brown
(Bernie, Pinkard, Casey)
She just got here yesterday,
Things are hot here now, they say;
There's a big change in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt;
Still, the fellows rave about
Sweet, sweet Georgia Brown!
And ever since she came,
The colored folks all claim, "Say,"
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown,
Two left feet, oh, so neat,
Has Sweet Georgia Brown!
They all sigh, and want to 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 them down!
Fellows she can't get
Are fellows 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, oh, so neat,
Has Sweet Georgia Brown!
They all sigh, and want to die,
For Sweet Georgia Brown!
I'll tell you just why,
You know I don't lie; not much:
All those gifts some courters give,
To Sweet Georgia Brown,
They buy clothes at fashion shows,
With one dollar down,
Oh, boy! Tip your hat!
Oh, joy! She's the cat!
Who's that, Mister?
'Tain't a sister!
Sweet Georgia Brown!