A popular song from 1933.
Words and music by Joe Young, Milton Ager and Jean Schwartz.
Laurence Rubenstein (Milton’s nephew) says, “This is an unusual song. Interesting bouncy rhythm. Words seem a bit stilted, going into and out of Southern dialect. This is another song that I’ve never heard played and which was never recorded. It doesn’t sound easy to sing either, though you do it well. It’s one of half-dozen of songs he wrote featuring Georgia, and probably my least favorite… I wonder about its history.”
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Say, how come that southern drawl
Is you-all from Georgia?
If you is, shake my hand, here ’tis
Let me hear that “how you-all”
Sounds to me like Georgia
Put it there, we’re neighbors, I swear
Chorus
Okay, G-a! You’se from Georgia, I’se from Georgia, too
Okay, G-a! How come! How come
You’re from Macon? Say, that’s makin’ you Okay, G-a!
Gee, ain’t it great! Aye, ain’t it great!
Shake, shakin’ your hand
Gee, ain’t it great! Aye, ain’t it great!
The feelin’ is grand. Sweet stuff, sure ‘nuf
Sweetest peach that Georgia ever grew, Okay, G-a!
- You’ve got Georgia in your walk
And you talk like Georgia
I sure am proud of you, yes ma’am
I see sunshine in your eyes
Like the skies of Georgia
Hush yo’ mouth, I’m praisin’ the South
Sung here by Fred Feild: