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When Do I Get To Sing My Way chords

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When Do I Get to Sing "My Way"
 
Dm                                               F
No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
          Am                Dm
They will just say "who are you"
                               F
Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot
      Am            Dm
Is predictable, not new
                                                C  
But you're still stunned at the things you will do 

No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes
On a call to God knows who
When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain
When no person looks at you
So just be gracious and wait in the queue 

Chorus: 
   Am                     Em
So when do I get to sing "My Way"
Am                          Em
When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt
Am                     Em
When do I get to sing "My Way"
   Dm
In heaven or hell
Em                     Am
When do I get to do it my way
Em                    Am
When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt
Em                     Am
When do I get to sing "My Way"
   Dm
In heaven or hell 

Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day
And traditions must go on
And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see
Is my smiley face still on?
Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn 

Chorus

Em           Dm        Am          
They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello"
Em      Dm          Am
Women seduce me and champagne flows
         Em                                     Am              
Then the lights go low, there's only one song I know 

There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams
And to flying plates and shoes
But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years
Not a moment I could choose
And not one offer that I could refuse 

Chorus



by: José Duarte
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