My Way
Frank Sinatra
D D
And Dnow, the end is F#mnear,
And so I Amface, the final H7curtain.
My Em7friend, I'll say Em7it clear,
I'll state my A7case, of which I'm Dcertain.
I've Dlived, a life that's D7full,
I've traveled Geach, and every Gmhighway.
And Dmore, much more than A7this,
I did it Gmy Dway.
RegDrets, I've had a F#mfew,
But then Amagain, too few to H7mention.
I Em7did, what I had Em7to do,
And saw it A7through, without Dexemption.
I Dplanned, each chartered D7course,
Each careful Gstep, along the Gmbyway.
And Dmore, much more than A7this,
I did it Gmy Dway.
Yes, there were timDes, I'm sure you D7knew,
When I Gbit off, more than I could chew.
But through it Em7all, when there was A7doubt,
I ate it F#m7up, and spit it Hm7out.
I faced it Emall, and I stood A7tall,
And did it Gmy Dway.
DI've loved, I've laughed and F#mcried,
I've had my Amfill, my share of H7losing.
And Em7now, as tearEm7s subside,
I find it A7all so Damusing.
DTo think, I did all D7that,
And may I Gsay, not in a Gmshy way.
Oh, Dno, oh, no A7not me,
I did it Gmy Dway.
For what is a Dman? What has he D7got?
If not himGself, then he has naught.
To say the Em7things, he truly A7feels,
And not the F#m7words, of one who Hm7kneels.
The record Em7shows, I took the A7blows,
GD
And did it Gmy Dway.
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D D/C# Hm
AYes it was Gmy Dway