My Way

Frank Foster’s My Way is an anthem for anyone who’s ever taken the long way home—not because it was easier, but because it was yours. This isn’t a song about doing things perfectly—it’s about doing them honestly. With dirty boots, a strong drink, a few scars, and no apologies. It’s a reminder that living life on your own terms might cost you comfort, but it buys you freedom.

These empty pockets and these old jeans
Probably come from doing things my way
Yeah, my way

I’m usually wrong, seldom right
But one thing’s for sure I’m living my life
My way
Yeah, my way

Yeah

I been known to drink a few
And have a smoke or two
But that’s my way
Yeah, my way

I burned down them Saturday nights
But Sunday morning I get back right, that’s my way
Yeah, my way

And it seems I’ve been running now for such a long, long time
And the nights I spent out on the way
Are here on my mind

And one of these days I’m gonna settle down, look back and say
I took a dirt road
Over the highway
And I did it my way

Hey son, you know I can’t play that song
It’s way too country, it’s way too long
That’s my way
Yeah, my way

And these old dreams scar my soul
But outlaws like lonesome roads
That’s my way
Yeah, my way

And it seems I’ve been running now for such a long, long time
And the nights I spent out on the way
Are here on my mind

And one of these days I’m gonna settle down, look back and say
I took a dirt road
Over the highway
I did it my way

I took a dirt road
Over the highway
And I did it my way