Verse I.

       C               Em
   And now, the end is near,

            Gm           A7
   And so I face, the curtain.

      Dm
   My friend, I'll say it clear,

                 G7                 C
   I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.


Verse II.

   C                        C7
   I've lived, a life thats full,

                 F               Fm
   I've traveled each, and every highway.

       C                    G7
   But more, much more than this,

            F  C
   I did it my way.


Verse III.

   C                   Em
   Regrets, I've had a few,

            Gm                   A7
   But then again, too few to mention.

     Dm
   I did, what I had to do,

              G7               C
   And saw it through, without exemption.


Verse IV.

   C                         C7
   I planned, each chartered course,

                F               Fm
   Each careful step, along the byway.

       C                    G7
   But more, much more than this,

            F  C
   I did it my way.


Verse V.

   C                                   C7
   Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,

              F
   When I bit off, more than I could chew.

                  Dm                  G7
   But through it all, when there was doubt,

            Em              Am
   I ate it up, and spit it out.

              Dm               G7
   I faced it all, and I stood tall,

              Fm C
   And did it my way.


Verse VI.

   C                            Em
   I've loved, I've laughed and cried,

               Gm                  A7
   I've had my fill, my share of losing.

       Dm
   And now, as tears subside,

             G7      C
   I find it all so amusing.


Verse VII.

   C                   C7
   To think, I did all that,

             F             Fm
   And may I say, not in a shy way.

      C          G7
   Oh no, no not me,

            F  C
   I did it my way.


Verse VIII.

   C                              C7
   For what is a man, what has he got,

             F
   If not himself, then he has naught.

              Dm                G7
   To say the things, he truely feels,

               Em                Am
   And not the words, of one who kneels.

              Dm                G7
   The record shows, I took the blows,

              Fm C
   And did it my way.