– People Will Say We're In Love –
Rodgers and Hammerstein
from Oklahoma! (1943)

Aj7
Don't throw bouquets at me
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Bm7 . . . . . . . E
Don't please my folks too much
Aj7 . . . . . . . . . . . B9
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
Bm7 . . . . . D- . . . . . . .Aj7 . D.E
People will say we're in love!

Aj7
Don't sigh and gaze at me
. . . . . . . . . . .Bm7 . . . . . . E
Your sighs are so like mine
Aj7 . . . . . . . . . . . B9
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine
Bm7 . . . . . D- . . . . . . Aj7
People will say we're in love!

Am7 . D7 . . .Gj7
Don't start collecting things
H . . . . . . . . G-. . . . . . . .B7.Bm7.D-
Give me my rose and my glove.
Aj7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . B7
Sweetheart they're suspecting things
A. . . . . . . . D- . . . . . . . A
People will say we're in love.
{nb H = Em7b5}

Am7 . D7 . . . .Gj7
Don't dance all night with me
H . . . . . . . .G-. . . . . .. B7.Bm7.D-
Till the stars fade from above.
Aj7 . . . . . . . . . B9
They'll see it's alright with me
A. . . . . . . .D- . . . . . . . A . Aj7
People will say we're in love.
– The Lady Is A Tramp –
Lorenz Hart & Richard Rodgers
from the musical Babes in Arms, 1937

. . . . G . . . . . . Am7 . . Bm7 . . . Am7
I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew
. . . . G . . . G- . . . . . Am . . E
And never wished for turkey
. . . . .A . . . . . . Bm7 . . . . C#m7. Bm7
As I hitched and hiked and grifted, too,
. . . . . A . . . . . A- . Bm . . . F#
From Maine to Albuquerque.
.C#m7 . . . . . . . . . E
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball,
. . . . F#m . . . . . . . . Bm7
And what is twice as sad,
. . . . . G . .Am7.Bm7
I was never at a party
. Am7 . . . . G . . . . . G- . . A+
Where they honored Noel Ca' ad.
 . . . A
But social circles spin too fast for me.
. . . .D . . . . . . .D+ . . . . . . . . Bm7
My Hobohemia is the place to be.

{H below = Dm6b5. G6.G}
G . . . . . Gm7 . . . . C . . . . . D7 . . H
I get too hungry for dinner at eight;
G . . . . . Gm7 . . . . . C . . . . . . . D7 . H
I like the theater, but never come late.
G . . . . G9 . . . . . . .C . . . .Cm
I never bother with people i hate,
G . . . . . . . . . C . .D7.H. G . J.G   
That's why the lady is a tramp.
{and J above = Em.Eb7.D47}
– The Lady Is A Tramp, cont'd –

I don't like crapgames with Barons and Earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

{Bridge:}
. . . . . . . Cj7 .D7.H.Bm7 . . . . Em
I like the free, fresh wind in my hair
Am7 . . . . . .D . . H.G . . E7 . .A7 .D7
Life without care;   I'm broke,   it's oke.
G . . . . . Gm7 . . . . C . . . . . . . D7 . . H
Hate California, its cold and its damp
G . . . . . . . . . C . .D7.H.G
That's why the lady is a tramp.

I go to Coney
The beach is divine.
I go to ball games
The bleachers are fine.
I follow Winchell and read ev'ry line.
That's why the lady is a tramp.

I like a prizefight
That isn't a fake.
I love the rowing
On Central Park Lake.
I go to opera and stay wide awake.
That's why the lady is a tramp.

I like the green grass under my shoes.
What can I lose?
I'm flat! That's that!
I'm all alone when I lower my lamp.
That's why the lady is a tramp!