Anyway The Wind Blows
J.J. Cale & Eric Clapton Lyrics

Some like this and some like that
People have different preferences

And some don't know where it's at
Some people are indecisive

If you don't get loose,
If you don't relax

If you don't groove
If you don't move in rhythm to the music

Well, your motor won't make it
You won't succeed if you don't let go and enjoy the rhythm

And your motor won't move
You won't make any progress

If time don't tell you then don't ask me
If you can't figure it out on your own, I can't help you either

I'm riding on a hurricane down to the sea
I'm going with the flow, come what may

If you can't hear the music,
If you can't feel the rhythm

Turn it up loud
Turn the volume up

There's movement in the air
There's a lively atmosphere

And movement in the crowd
People are dancing

Bow-legged woman
A woman with bowed legs

Doing the boogaloo
Dancing to boogaloo music

She got a jive,
She has a great sense of rhythm

She got a move
She knows how to dance

Turn around, d
Turn around, baby

Do it again
Dance some more

Bow-legged woman,
The woman with bowed legs

Where you been
Where have you been dancing?

Fat Jack owns a
Fat Jack is the owner of a

Honky-tonk downtown
A bar with country music in the town center

You can catch a woman
You can find a girl

If you hang around
If you wait there

You can tear down the door,
You can enter the place without knocking

Tear down the wall
You can do whatever you want

Fat Jack he don't care at all
Fat Jack is lax about the rules

Easy come, easy go
What comes easily goes just as easily

Any way the wind blows
I'll go with the flow

Hey, drummer, drummer,
Hey, drummer, musician

Can you give me that beat
Can you play that rhythm

Can you give me that beat,
Can you provide a steady rhythm

Got to move my feet
I need to dance

Guitar player been
The guitar player has

All around the world
Traveled all over

But he can't play a lick
But he can't play anything

For looking at the girls
Because he's too busy checking out the women

One two three four five six seven
A countdown to the next line

Well, you'd better change
You should change

Your ways or you won't get to heaven
Or you won't be happy

Eight nine ten, gonna stop at eleven
Counting up to eleven

Eleven just lays around with seven
Eleven isn't doing anything productive

Easy come, easy go
What comes easily goes just as easily

Any way the wind blows
I'll go with the flow