Frank Sinatra - My way

And ^Dnow, the end is ^Dmaj7near, And so I ^Am6face, the final ^B7curtain. My ^Emfriend, I'll say it ^Em7clear, I'll state my ^A7case, of which I'm ^Dcertain. I've ^Dlived, a life thats ^D7full, I've traveled ^Geach, and every ^Gmhighway. But ^Dmore, much more than ^A7this, I did it ^Gmy ^Dway.

Re^Dgrets, I've had a ^Dmaj7few, But then a^Am6gain, too few to ^B7mention. I ^Emdid, what I had to ^Em7do, And saw it ^A7through, without e^Dxemption. I ^Dplanned, each chartered ^D7course, Each careful ^Gstep, along the ^Gmbyway. But ^Dmore, much more than ^A7this, I did it ^Gmy ^Dway.

Yes, there were ^Dtimes, I'm sure you ^D7knew, When I bit ^Goff, more than I could chew. But through it ^Emall, when there was ^A7doubt, I ate it ^F#mup, and spit it ^Bmout. I faced it ^Emall, and I stood ^A7tall, And did it ^Gmmy ^Dway.

I've ^Dloved, I've laughed and ^Dmaj7cried, I've had my ^Am6fill, my share of ^B7losing. And ^Emnow, as tears sub^Em7side, I find it ^A7all so a^Dmusing. To ^Dthink, I did all ^D7that, And may I ^Gsay, not in a ^Gmshy way. Oh ^Dno, no not ^A7me, I did it ^Gmy ^Dway.

For what is a ^Dman, what has he ^D7got, If not him^Gself, then he has naught. To say the ^Emthings, he truely ^A7feels, And not the ^F#mwords, of one who ^Bmkneels. The record ^Emshows, I took the ^A7blows, And did it ^Gmmy ^Dway.