My Way

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    Ema7(RIFF1)     Emaj7 
And now, the end is near
         E7             C#7sus4 C#7 
And so I face the final cur  -  tain, ha ha ha
    F#m 
You cunt, I'm not a queer
              B                  E 
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
     E 
I've lived a life that's full
    A              Am 
And each and every highway
    E                   B 
And yet, much more than this
         E      (FILL) 
I did it my way

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  E                 E 
Regrets, I've had a few
                           C# 
But then again, too few to mention
    F#                  F# 
But dig, what I have to do
            B                 E 
I'll see it through with no devotion
E 
Of that, take care and just
             A               Am 
Be careful - duh - along the highway
    E                    B 
And more, much more than this
            E 
I did it my way
           E                   E 
There were times, I'm sure you knew
               C# 
When there was fuck
Fuck all else to do
               F# 
But through it all,
               B 
When there was doubt
          G#              C# 
I shot it up or kicked it out
             F#         B 
I fought the war and the world
              E 
And did it my way
        E               E 
Knocked out in bed last night
                                    C# 
I've had my fill - uh - my share of looting
    F# 
And now, the tears subside
          B       E 
I find it all so amusing
   E 
To think, I killed a cat
          A                Am 
And may I say,  not in the die way
E       B 
But no, not me
            E 
I did it my way
              E                      E 
For what is a brat - ta, what has he got
              C# 
When he wears hats
and takes his knocks
        F# 
Say the things
         B 
He truly feels
             G#                C# 
But only the words, not what he feels
            F#               B 
The record shows I've got no clothes
              E 
And did it my way