My Way Songtext
von Micah P. Hinson
My Way Songtext
And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I′ll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I′m certain
I've lived the life, it's full
I′ve traveled each and every highway
And 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've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And 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
I faced it all
And I stood tall
And did it my way
I've laughed, I′ve laughed and cry
I've had my feel, my share of losing
And now it still subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, 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 say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
Let the record show I took all the blows
And did it my way
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I′ll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I′m certain
I've lived the life, it's full
I′ve traveled each and every highway
And 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've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And 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
I faced it all
And I stood tall
And did it my way
I've laughed, I′ve laughed and cry
I've had my feel, my share of losing
And now it still subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, 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 say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
Let the record show I took all the blows
And did it my way
Writer(s): Gilles Thibaut, Claude Francois, Jacques Revaux, Paul Anka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com