My Way (Live)
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my tears and my share of 'boozing'
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so confusing
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
No, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To show the world all stormy hills
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way, my way
And so I face the final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my tears and my share of 'boozing'
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so confusing
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
No, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To show the world all stormy hills
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way
The record shows, I took the blows
And did it my way, my way
Credits
Writer(s): Gilles Thibaut, Claude Francois, Jacques Revaux, Paul Anka
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