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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Vocals
Jerry Barnes
Jerry Barnes
Bass Guitar
Katreese Barnes
Katreese Barnes
Background Vocals
Steve Jordan
Steve Jordan
Drums
Philip Hamilton
Philip Hamilton
Guitar
Gary Fritz
Gary Fritz
Percussion
Aaron Flagg
Aaron Flagg
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Bernie
Ben Bernie
Songwriter
Maceo Pinkard
Maceo Pinkard
Composer
Kenneth Casey
Kenneth Casey
Songwriter
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Arranger
Jerry Barnes
Jerry Barnes
Arranger
Katreese Barnes
Katreese Barnes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Producer
Jerry Barnes
Jerry Barnes
Co-Producer
Katreese Barnes
Katreese Barnes
Co-Producer
Dana Mars
Dana Mars
Engineer
Stanley Wallace
Stanley Wallace
Engineer
Ahmet Ertegun
Ahmet Ertegun
Executive Producer

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; [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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): Ken Casey, Ben Bernie, Maceo Pinkard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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