Frank Sinatra - My way







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    D             F#m              F#m7           B7
And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain;

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My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case   of which I'm certain.

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I've lived a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway,

     D  Bm7                  Em  A7          G6 Gdim  D
And more,   much more than this,    I did it my      way.


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Regrets? I've had a few...but then again, too few to mention;

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I did what I had to do, and saw it through    without exemption.

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I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway;

     D   Bm7               Em   A7          G6  Gdim    D
But more,   much more than this,   I did it my         way.


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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,

            G
When I bit off more than I could chew;

               Em                   A7
But through it all, when there was doubt,

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I ate it up and spit it out.

           Em7              A7               G6  Gdim  D    A7
I faced it all, and I stood tall, and did it my       way.


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I've loved, I've laughed and cried; I've had my fill, my share of losing.

    Em               B+              Em  A7      D
And now, as tears subside, I find it all    so amusing.

    D                DM7       D7     G            Gm
To think, I did all that...and may I say, not in a shy way,

    D Bm7           Em  A7          G6  Gdim   D
Oh no,    oh no not me,    I did it my        way.


     A7       D                DM7    D7
For what is a man? What has he got?

         G
If not himself, then he has naught.

            Em             A7
To say the things he truly feels, 

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And not the words of one who kneels;

            Em7              A7              G6  Gdim  D      
The record shows I took the blows and did it my       way.


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