[Intro]dução: C   (2x)

       C                     Em               Gm6            A7  
And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain 
     Dm                  Dm7                    G7                           C 
My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which I'm certain  
     C7                                           F                            Fm6  
I've lived a life that's full, I've traveled each and ev'ry high way 
       C                        G7                    F6  C   
And more, much more than this, I did it my way 
     C                    Em               Gm6                     A7  
Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention 
  Dm                  Dm7                    G7                      C  
I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption 
     C7                                                     F                       Fm6  
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the by way  
       C                      G7                      F6  C  
But more, much more than this, I did it my way 
                           C                                    
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew   
C7                         F  
When I bit off more than I could chew  
                     Dm7                       G7                          Em7 
But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out 
             Am                Dm7       G7    F6  C  
I faced it all and I stood tall, and did it my way  
          C                             Em                 Gm6                    A7  
I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill; my share of losing 
       Dm                 Dm7               G7            C  
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. 
      C7                                      F                     Fm6  
To think I did all that, and may I say not in a shy way 
          C           G7             F6  C 
"No, oh no not me, I did it my way" 
                     C                        C7                     F 
For what is a man, what has he got, if not himself, then he has naught 
                  Dm7              G7                       Em7 
To say the things he truly feels, and not the words of one who kneels  
                    Am                   Dm7           G7   F6   C 
The record shows I took the blows,  and did it my way