[Verse 1].
And Cnow, the end is Emnear,
And so I Gmface, the final A7curtain.
My Dmfriend, I’ll say it Dm7clear,
I’ll state my G7case, of which I’m Ccertain.
I’ve Clived, a life thats C7full,
I’ve traveled Feach, and every Fmhighway.
But Cmore, much more than G7this,
I did itF my Cway.
[Verse 2].
CRegrets, I’ve had a Emfew,
But then Gmagain, too few to A7mention.
I Dmdid, what I had to Dm7do,
And saw it G7through, without Cexemption.
I Cplanned, each chartered C7course,
Each careful Fstep, along the Fmbyway.
But Cmore, much more than G7this,
I did itF my Cway.
[B section].
CYes, there were times, I’m sure you C7knew,
When I bit Foff, more than I could F7chew.
But through it Dmall, when there was G7doubt,
I ate it Emup, and spit it Amout.
I faced it Dmall, and I stood G7tall,
I did itFm my Cway.
[Verse 3].
I’ve Cloved, I’ve laughed and Emcried,
I’ve had my Gmfill, my share of A7losing.
And Dmnow, as tears subDm7side,
I find it G7all so aCmusing.
CTo think, I did all C7that,
And may I Fsay, not in a Fmshy way.
Oh Cno, no not G7me,
I did itF my Cway.
[B section].
CFor what is a man, what has he C7got,
If not himFself, then he has F7naught.
To say the Dmthings, he truely G7feels,
And not the Emwords, of one who Amkneels.
The record Dmshows, I took the G7blows,
I did itFm my Cway.