Whichever Way The Wind Blows - Bob Mould

Jackrabbit done run cross that road

Goin' to motel in the sky

That rabbit done, story been told

Why that jackrabbit done go die?

Old turtle go next cross that road

He crawlin' as low as he can

That turtle done talk to that toad

Turtle don’t cross here again

And everybody goes whichever way the wind blows

Young chicken done cross near that road

He listen to traffic go by

That chicken done, story been told

To get to the other side

I warn ya, don’t go near that road

I know that road, it’s a bitch

I walk right next to that road

All hanging out in the ditch

If ever you travel that road

You better keep over your side

And keepin' your hands on the wheel

That road be a long road to ride