MY WAY
Francis Albert Sinatra
(1915 - 1998)
And now the end is near
And so I face that final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I 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
I saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along 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 losing
But 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 really feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way!
