Tom: Sol Maior (G)

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