Streams Of Whiskey

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

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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

Outro   |[D]     |[D]     |[D]     |[G]    [A]|[D]     |[D]     |[D]     |[G]    [D]||