Etta James - At last

^C7 At ^Flast, ^{Dm7 Gm7} My ^C7love has come alon^Fg ^{Dm7 Gm7} My l^C7onely days are ^Fover^Dm7, ^Gm7 And ^C7life is like a s^Fong ^{D7 Db7} Oh ^C7yeah yeah

^C7 At l^Fast, ^{Dm7 Gm7} The^C7 skies above are b^Flue ^{Dm7 Gm7} My he^C7art was wrapped up in c^Flove^Dm7r, T^Gm7he nig^C7ht I looked at y^Fou ^{A#7 Fmaj7}

I found a ^Gm7dream,^C7 That I could ^Fmaj7speak to, A^E7 dream that I, Can call my ^Am7own I found a ^Dm7thrill ^G7To press my ^Cmaj7cheek to A^Dm7 thrill that^G7 I_ Have never ^C7known ^C7Oh yeah yeah,

^C7 You s^Fmiled,^Dm7 you ^Gm7smiled, Oh and t^C7hen the spell was ^Fcast^{Dm7 Gm7} And ^C7here we are in ^Fheav^Dm7en, ^Gm7 For you are ^C7mine.. At last ^{F F7 A# G F D7 Db7 C7 F}