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Last night as i slept
i dreamt i met with behan
i shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
when questioned on his views
on the crux of lifeand's philosophies
he had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
jumped bail and landed up in jail
life has often tried to stretch me
but the rope always was slack
and now that iand've a pile
iand'll go down to the chelsea
iand'll walk in on my feet
but iand'll leave there on my back
Because i am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
seemed the wisest of philosophies
thereand's nothing ever gained
by a wet thing called a tear
when the world is too dark
and i need the light inside of me
iand'll walk into a bar
and drink fifteen pints of beer
I am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
where streams of whiskey are flowing
where streams of whiskey are flowing
The Pogues
Streams Of Whiskey
Streams Of Whiskey
Last night as i slept
i dreamt i met with behan
i shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
when questioned on his views
on the crux of lifeand's philosophies
he had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
jumped bail and landed up in jail
life has often tried to stretch me
but the rope always was slack
and now that iand've a pile
iand'll go down to the chelsea
iand'll walk in on my feet
but iand'll leave there on my back
Because i am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
seemed the wisest of philosophies
thereand's nothing ever gained
by a wet thing called a tear
when the world is too dark
and i need the light inside of me
iand'll walk into a bar
and drink fifteen pints of beer
I am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, i am going
any which way the wind may be blowing
i am going, i am going
where streams of whiskey are flowing
where streams of whiskey are flowing
where streams of whiskey are flowing
