Verse 1:
Down in Georgia, where the camp meeting’s grand,
Folks of all kinds gather, the scene so grand,
Big and small, lanky, lean, fat, and tall,
At this vibrant camp meeting, they answered the call.
When church let out, the "sisters" did shout,
Filled with joy, there was no doubt.
Young folks tired, seeking a spark,
Hired a big brass band to light up the dark.

Chorus:
Swingin' and swayin', let the jazz flow.
Rhythms in the night, let your spirits glow.
Down in Georgia, where the music’s sweet,
Clappin' hands and tappin' feet.

Verse 2:
The old "sisters" raised a fuss at first.
When the brass band played, fearing the worst.
The preacher glared, the deacons stared,
But young folks danced; they were prepared.
The band played so sweetly that no one could eat.
Lost in the rhythm, moving their feet.
Church folks agreed; it wasn’t a sin.
Join in the dance, and let the joy begin.

Chorus:
Swingin' and swayin', let the jazz flow.
Rhythms in the night, let your spirits glow.
Down in Georgia, where the music’s sweet,
Clappin' hands and tappin' feet.

Bridge:
Trumpets blaring, saxophones singing,
Trombones slide, and cymbals ring.
In the heart of Georgia, under moonlight,
Dancing and singing deep into the night.

Chorus:
Swingin' and swayin', let the jazz flow.
Rhythms in the night, let your spirits glow.
Down in Georgia, where the music’s sweet,
Clappin' hands and tappin' feet.

Outro:
From that night, memories stay.
Music and joy are games we play.
In Georgia’s heart, jazz lives on.
In every soul, from dusk till dawn.