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 philosophies He had but these few clear and simple words to say I am goin', I am goin' Any which way the wind may be blowin' I am goin', I am goin' Where streams of whiskey are flowin' 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 goin', I am goin' Any which way the wind may be blowin' I am goin', I am goin' Where streams of whiskey are flowin' (yeah) 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 me I'll walk into a bar And drink 15 pints of beer I am goin', I am goin' Any which way the wind may be blowin' I am goin', I am goin' Where streams of whiskey are flowin' I am goin', I am goin' Any which way the wind may be blowin' I am goin', I am goin' Where streams of whiskey are flowin' Where streams of whiskey are flowin' Where streams of whiskey are flowin'