Streams Of Whiskey

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Last  night as I slept I  dreamed 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 on the  crux of life's  philosophies
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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



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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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