The Pogues - Streams of Whiskey lyrics

Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we pa**ed 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