Streams of Whiskey

by The Pogues

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Last night as I slept 
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I dreamt I met with Behan 
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I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day 
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When questioned on his views 
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On the crux of life's philosophies 
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He had but these few clear and simple words to say 

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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 


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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 


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