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My Way

by Frank Sinatra · tab for chromatic harmonica

No bends525 notesHoles 3–10Chromatic
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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend< = slide in
This harmonica tab is what you need to play My Way on a diatonic harmonica.
And now, the end is near; and so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm
certain.
I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and every
highwa a--ay;
and more, much more than this, I did it my way. Re---grets,
I’ve had a few; but then a---gain, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do and saw it through without e-x---emption.
byway,
but more, much more than this, I did it my way
I
c'chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and
spit it |
out. I faced it all and I stood tall; and did it my way.
I’ve loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill;
my share of losing.
And now, as tears sub---side, I find it all so a---musing.
To think I did all that and may I say
not in a shy way, no, no, oh no not me, I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got? If not him self, then he has
who
kneels. The record shows I took the blows - and did it my way!
And now, the end is near;
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the fi-nal cur-tain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m cer-tain.
I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I trav-eled each and ev-‘ry high-way;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Re-grets, I’ve had a few;
But then a-gain, too few to men-tion.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through with-out ex-emp-tion.
I planned each char-tered course;
Each care-ful step a-long the by-way,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of los-ing.
And now, as tears sub-side,
I find it all so a-mus-ing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not him-self, then he has not.
To say the things he tru-ly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The rec-ord shows I took the blows –