| Song | My Way |
| Artist | Chris Mann |
| Album | Roads |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And when the end is near, | |
| And when I face the final curtain. | |
| My friend, I’ll say it clear. | |
| I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain. | |
| I live a life that’s full, | |
| I travel each and every highway. | |
| At any age, I’ll turn the page, | |
| And do it my way. | |
| Regrets, there’ll be a few. | |
| But then again, too few to mention. | |
| It’s true, what I have to do, | |
| I see it through without exemption. | |
| I plan each charted course, | |
| That I’ll take each step | |
| Along life’s byway. | |
| This much I know, each day I grow, | |
| I do it my way. | |
| Yes, there are times, | |
| We all go through. | |
| When we bite off more than we can chew. | |
| But through it all, when there is doubt, | |
| I don’t give up, I work it out. | |
| And I face it all and I stand tall! | |
| And do it my way! | |
| I love, I laugh, I cry. | |
| I live a life that’s of my choosing. | |
| I refuse, refuse to live a life | |
| To win at life and never losing. | |
| Just to think that’s where I matter | |
| Each day I say | |
| Not in a shy way | |
| I must be free, free to be me, | |
| And do it my way! | |
| For what are we? | |
| What have you got? | |
| It’s not yourself | |
| Then you have not | |
| Just say the things you truly feel | |
| And not the words of one who kneels | |
| The records show, | |
| God only knows I did it my way! | |
| This much I know, each day I grow | |
| I do it my WAY! |
| And when the end is near, | |
| And when I face the final curtain. | |
| My friend, I' ll say it clear. | |
| I' ll state my case, of which I' m certain. | |
| I live a life that' s full, | |
| I travel each and every highway. | |
| At any age, I' ll turn the page, | |
| And do it my way. | |
| Regrets, there' ll be a few. | |
| But then again, too few to mention. | |
| It' s true, what I have to do, | |
| I see it through without exemption. | |
| I plan each charted course, | |
| That I' ll take each step | |
| Along life' s byway. | |
| This much I know, each day I grow, | |
| I do it my way. | |
| Yes, there are times, | |
| We all go through. | |
| When we bite off more than we can chew. | |
| But through it all, when there is doubt, | |
| I don' t give up, I work it out. | |
| And I face it all and I stand tall! | |
| And do it my way! | |
| I love, I laugh, I cry. | |
| I live a life that' s of my choosing. | |
| I refuse, refuse to live a life | |
| To win at life and never losing. | |
| Just to think that' s where I matter | |
| Each day I say | |
| Not in a shy way | |
| I must be free, free to be me, | |
| And do it my way! | |
| For what are we? | |
| What have you got? | |
| It' s not yourself | |
| Then you have not | |
| Just say the things you truly feel | |
| And not the words of one who kneels | |
| The records show, | |
| God only knows I did it my way! | |
| This much I know, each day I grow | |
| I do it my WAY! |
| And when the end is near, | |
| And when I face the final curtain. | |
| My friend, I' ll say it clear. | |
| I' ll state my case, of which I' m certain. | |
| I live a life that' s full, | |
| I travel each and every highway. | |
| At any age, I' ll turn the page, | |
| And do it my way. | |
| Regrets, there' ll be a few. | |
| But then again, too few to mention. | |
| It' s true, what I have to do, | |
| I see it through without exemption. | |
| I plan each charted course, | |
| That I' ll take each step | |
| Along life' s byway. | |
| This much I know, each day I grow, | |
| I do it my way. | |
| Yes, there are times, | |
| We all go through. | |
| When we bite off more than we can chew. | |
| But through it all, when there is doubt, | |
| I don' t give up, I work it out. | |
| And I face it all and I stand tall! | |
| And do it my way! | |
| I love, I laugh, I cry. | |
| I live a life that' s of my choosing. | |
| I refuse, refuse to live a life | |
| To win at life and never losing. | |
| Just to think that' s where I matter | |
| Each day I say | |
| Not in a shy way | |
| I must be free, free to be me, | |
| And do it my way! | |
| For what are we? | |
| What have you got? | |
| It' s not yourself | |
| Then you have not | |
| Just say the things you truly feel | |
| And not the words of one who kneels | |
| The records show, | |
| God only knows I did it my way! | |
| This much I know, each day I grow | |
| I do it my WAY! |