Lyrics Any Way the Wind Blows - Anaïs Mitchell

In the fever of a world in flames
In the season of the hurricanes
The flood will get you if the fire don't
Any way the wind blows

And there ain't a thing that you can do
When the weather takes a turn on you
Except for hurry up and hit the road
Any way the wind blows

Sister's gone, gone the gypsy route
Brother's gone, gone for a job down south
Ain't nobody gonna stick around, when the dark clouds roll
Any way the wind blows

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In the valley of the exodus
In the belly of a bowl of dust
Crows and buzzards flying low
Any way the wind blows

No use use talking of a past that's past
Set out walking and we don't look back
Where we're going there ain't no one knows
Any way the wind blows

Sister's gone, gone the gypsy route
Brother's gone, gone for a job down south
Gone the same way as a shanty town, and the traveling show
Any way the wind blows