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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