My Way
Frank Sinatra
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And Cnow, the end is Emnear,
And so I Gmface, the final A7curtain.
My Dm7friend, I'll say Dm7it clear,
I'll state my G7case, of which I'm Ccertain.
I've Clived, a life that's C7full,
I've traveled Feach, and every Fmhighway.
And Cmore, much more than G7this,
I did it Fmy Cway.
RegCrets, I've had a Emfew,
But then Gmagain, too few to A7mention.
I Dm7did, what I had Dm7to do,
And saw it G7through, without Cexemption.
I Cplanned, each chartered C7course,
Each careful Fstep, along the Fmbyway.
And Cmore, much more than G7this,
I did it Fmy Cway.
Yes, there were timCes, I'm sure you C7knew,
When I Fbit off, more than I could chew.
But through it Dm7all, when there was G7doubt,
I ate it Em7up, and spit it Am7out.
I faced it Dmall, and I stood G7tall,
And did it Fmy Cway.
CI've loved, I've laughed and Emcried,
I've had my Gmfill, my share of A7losing.
And Dm7now, as tearDm7s subside,
I find it G7all so Camusing.
CTo think, I did all C7that,
And may I Fsay, not in a Fmshy way.
Oh, Cno, oh, no G7not me,
I did it Fmy Cway.
For what is a Cman? What has he C7got?
If not himFself, then he has naught.
To say the Dm7things, he truly G7feels,
And not the Em7words, of one who Am7kneels.
The record Dm7shows, I took the G7blows,
FC
And did it Fmy Cway.
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C C/H Am
GYes it was Fmy Cway