When I read the part where Richard Mcbride refers to mistakes I just keep hearing this song.
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 a life that"s full.
I"ve traveled each and ev"ry 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.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I"ve loved, I"ve laughed and cried.
I"ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
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 say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way! |
