Streams Of Whiskey

– Shane MacGowan

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 went always 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

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 go into a bar and drink fifteen pints of beer

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