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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



Iam 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

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



Iam 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

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