Frank Sinatra
A, Am, B, Bm, C, D, Em, G, Gbm
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 highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway,
and more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I'd fit up more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out
I've 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 subside, I find it all so amusing
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 himself, then he has not to say the things
He truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows, and did it my way.
Yes, it was my way