the pogues
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 life'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 I've a pile I'll go down to the Chelsea I'll walk in on my feet But I'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 There'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 I'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