The Pogues

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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
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day
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When questioned on his views on the crux of
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life's philosophies
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He had but these few clear and simple words to say

Chorus:
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I am going, I am going
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Any which way the wind may be blowing
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I am going, I am going
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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 went 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

Chorus:
Because I'm going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing (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 of me
I'll walk into the bar and drink fifteen
pints of beer

Chorus:
Because I'm 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