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 philosophy

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 had 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'm going, I am going

Any which way the wind may be blowing

I am going, I am going

Where streams of whiskey are flowing, yeah!

Now the words that he spoke seemed the wisest of philosophy

There was 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

Because I'm 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