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Streams of Whiskey ? The Pogues
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D Last night as I slept Em A I dreamt I met with Behan D G A I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day D When questioned on his views Em A On the crux of life?s philosophies D G A D He had but these few clear and simple words to say **CHORUS** D Em A I am going, I am going D G A Any which way the wind may be blowing D Em A I am going, I am going D G Em A D Where streams of whiskey are flowing D I have cursed, bled and sworn Em A Jumped bail and landed up in jail D Life has often tried to stretch me G A But the rope always was slack D And now that I?ve a pile Em A Ill go down to the chelsea D Ill walk in on my feet G A D But Ill leave there on my back **CHORUS** D Oh the words that he spoke Em A Seemed the wisest of philosophies D Theres nothing ever gained G A By a wet thing called a tear D When the world is too dark Em A And I need the light inside of me D Ill walk into a bar G A D And drink fifteen pints of beer **CHORUS to fade by joered.
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