D             F#m              F#m7           B7 
And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain; 
 
     Em                 B                  Em   A7              D 
My friend, I'll say it clear, I'll state my case   of which I'm certain. 
 
D                         Dmaj7      D7        G             Gm 
I've lived a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway, 
 
     D  Bm7                  Em  A7          G6 Gdim  D 
And more,   much more than this,    I did it my      way. 
 
 
    D              F#m              F#m7              B7 
Regrets? I've had a few...but then again, too few to mention; 
 
   Em               B                 Em  A7           D 
I did what I had to do, and saw it through    without exemption. 
 
D                       Dmaj7        D7      G             Gm 
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway; 
 
     D   Bm7               Em   A7          G6  Gdim    D 
But more,   much more than this,   I did it my         way. 
 
 
A7               D                  Dmaj7  D7 
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew, 
 
            G 
When I bit off more than I could chew; 
 
               Em                   A7 
But through it all, when there was doubt, 
 
         F#m            Bm     Bm7 
I ate it up and spit it out. 
 
           Em7              A7               G6  Gdim  D    A7 
I faced it all, and I stood tall, and did it my       way. 
 
 
       D                      F#m               F#m7               B7 
I've loved, I've laughed and cried; I've had my fill, my share of losing. 
 
    Em               B              Em  A7      D 
And now, as tears subside, I find it all    so amusing. 
 
    D                Dmaj7     D7     G            Gm 
To think, I did all that...and may I say, not in a shy way, 
 
    D Bm7           Em  A7          G6  Gdim   D 
Oh no,    oh no not me,    I did it my        way. 
 
 
     A7       D                Dmaj7  D7 
For what is a man? What has he got? 
 
         G 
If not himself, then he has naught. 
 
            Em             A7 
To say the things he truly feels,  
 
             F#m               Bm   Bm7 
And not the words of one who kneels; 
 
            Em7              A7              G6  Gdim  D       
The record shows I took the blows and did it my       way.