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    The Pogues - Streams Of Whiskey

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    Renaud_lyon

    by Renaud_lyon

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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 lifes 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 Ive a pile
    Ill go down to the chelsea
    Ill walk in on my feet
    But Ill 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
    Theres nothing ever gained
    By a wet thing called a tear
    When the world is too dark
    And I need the light inside of me
    Ill 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