Frank Sinatra - My way

And ^Cnow, the end is ^Emnear, And so I ^Gmface, the final ^A7curtain. My ^Dmfriend, I'll say it ^Dm7clear, I'll state my ^G7case, of which I'm ^Ccertain.

I've ^Clived, a life thats ^C7full, I've traveled ^Feach, and every ^Fmhighway. But ^Cmore, much more than ^G7this, I did it^F my ^Cway.

^CRegrets, I've had a ^Emfew, But then a^Gmgain, too few to m^A7ention. I ^Dmdid, what I had to ^Dm7do, And saw it ^G7through, without ^Cexemption.

I ^Cplanned, each chartered ^C7course, Each careful ^Fstep, along the ^Fmbyway. But ^Cmore, much more than ^G7this, I did it ^Fmy ^Cway.

^CYes, there were times, I'm sure you ^C7knew, When I bit ^Foff, more than I could ^F7chew. But through it ^Dmall, when there was ^G7doubt, I ate it ^Emup, and spit it ^Amout. I faced it ^Dmall, and I stood ^G7tall, And did it ^Fmmy ^Cway.

I've ^Cloved, I've laughed and ^Emcried, I've had my ^Gmfill, my share of ^A7losing. And ^Dmnow, as tears sub^Dm7side, I find it ^G7all so a^Cmusing.

^CTo think, I did all ^C7that, And may I ^Fsay, not in a ^Fmshy way. Oh ^Cno, no not ^G7me, I did it ^Fmy ^Cway.

^CFor what is a man, what has he ^C7got, If not him^Fself, then he has ^F7naught. To say the ^Dmthings, he truely ^G7feels, And not the ^Emwords, of one who ^Amkneels. The record ^Dmshows, I took the ^G7blows, And did it ^Fmmy ^Cway.