| F | Am | | And | now, the end is | near |
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| Cm6 | D7 | | and so I | face the final | curtain. |
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| Gm | Gm7 | | My | friend, I'll say it | clear |
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| C7 | F | | I'll state my case | of which I'm | certain. |
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| F7 | Bb | Bbm | | I've lived a life that's | full, I travelled | each and every | highway |
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| F | C7 | Bb6 | F | | And | more, much more than | this, I did it | my | way. |
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| F | Am | | Re | grets, I've had a | few, |
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| Cm6 | D7 | | but then a | gain too few to | mention. |
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| Gm | Gm7 | | I | did what I had to | do |
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| C7 | F | | and saw it through, | without ex | emption. |
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| F7 | Bb | Bbm | | I planned each charted | course each careful | step, along the | byway |
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| F | C7 | Bb6 | F | | And | more, much more than | this, I did it | my | way. |
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| | | F7 | | | Yes there were times, I'm sure you | knew, |
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| | | Bb | | | When I bit | off more than I could chew |
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| | | Gm7 | C7 | | | But through it | all, when there was | doubt |
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| | | Am7 | Dm | | | I ate it | up, and spit it | out, |
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| | | Gm7 | C7 | | | I faced it | all, and I stood | tall, |
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| F | Am | | I've | loved, I've laughed and | cried, |
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| Cm6 | D7 | | I've had my | fill, my share of | losing. |
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| Gm | Gm7 | | And | now, as tears sub | side, |
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| C7 | F | | I find it all | so a | musing. |
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| F7 | Bb | Bbm | | To think, I did all | that, and may I | say, "Not in a | shy way", |
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| F | C7 | Bb6 | F | | Oh no | no, oh no not | me, I did it | my | way |
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| | | F7 | | | For what is a man, what has he | got, |
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| | | Bb | | | If not him | self, then he has not, |
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| | | Gm7 | C7 | | | To say the | things, he truly | feels, |
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| | | Am7 | Dm | | | And not the | words of one who | kneels. |
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| | | Gm7 | C7 | | | The record | shows, I took the | blows, |
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