Irving Berlin - Theres no business medley

Th^Cere’s no busin^Amess like show b^Cusiness like no^Am business I know, e^Gverything about it is ap^Cpealing, ev^Gerything that traffic will al^Clow, n^Gowhere could you have that happy fe^Ameling, when you are stea^Dling that extra^G bow. There’s no peo^Cple like show^Am people, they ^Csmile when they are^F low, ^Dmeven with a tur^Gkey that you ^Cknow will f^Aold, you may be^D strande^Gd out ^Cin the col^Ad, ^Dmstill you wouldn’t c^Ghange it for a^C sack of go^Ald, let’s g^Dmo o^Gn with the s^Chow.

2. The butche^Fr, the bak^Dmer, the gr^Focer, the c^Dmlerk, are^F secretly^C unhappy men becau^Gse, the but^Bbcher, the b^Gmaker, th^Bbe grocer, the c^Gmlerk, get paid^D for what ^Gthey do, but no applau^Cse. They’^Ed gladly bid ^B7their dreary jobs goodb^Eye fo^Cr anything thea^Amtrical and w^Ghy?

There’s no ^Cbusiness like sho^Amw business ^Cand you tell me it’s^Am so, tr^Gaveling through the country is so thrill^Cing, sta^Gnding out in front on opening nig^Chts, smil^Ging as you watch the theater fi^Amlling, an^Dd there’s your billing out^G there in lights. There’s no peo^Cple like show^Am people, they ^Csmile when they are ^Flow, ^Dmangels come from ev^Gerywhere with ^Clots of j^Aack, and wh^Den you lose ^Git, there’^Cs no a^Attack, wher^Dme could you get m^Goney that y^Cou don’t give b^Aack? Let’s go^Dm on^G with the sh^Cow !

There^C’s no busines^Ams like show business^C, like no busi^Amness I know, y^Gou get word before the show has sta^Crted, tha^Gt your favorite uncle died at da^Cwn, t^Gop of that, your pa and ma have ^Amparted, you’^Dre broken-hearted, but you g^Go on. There’s no peo^Cple like sh^Amow people, they s^Cmile when they are ^Flow,

ye^Dmsterday they told^G you, you would n^Cot go f^Aar, that n^Dight you open^G, an^Cd there you a^Are. Ne^Dmxt day on your dressing r^Goom they’^Cve hung a st^Aar, let’s g^Dmo o^Gn with the sh^Cow !

^CWhat good is sitting alone in your room, come, hear the music ^C7play! ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, ole ^Achum, ^Fcome to t^G7he c^Cabaret.

^CPut down that knittin', that book and the broom, it's time for a hol^C7iday. ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, ole ^Achum, so ^Fcome to the ^G7caba^Cret.

Come taste the ^Fmwine, come hear the ^Cband, yes, it's^Am time for celebratin'. ^GRight this way, your ^Gtable's waitin'.

^CNo use permittin' some prophet of doom to wipe every smiles a^C7way. ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, ole ^Achum, so ^Fcome to the ^G7caba^Cret.

Come taste the ^Fmwine, come hear the ^Cband, yes, it's ^Amtime for celebratin'. ^GRight this way, your ^Gtable's waitin'.

^CNo thought for admittin' the prince of doom, yes, it is no longer ^C7stayin'. ^FLife is a ^Dmcaba^Emret, old ^Achum, ^Fonly a ^Dmcaba^Emret, old ^Achum, so ^Fcome to the ^Gca^G7ba-^Cret. ^{G C}