Streams of whiskey

Last  night as I slept I  dreamed I met with  Behan    I shook him by the hand and we  passed the time of  day    When questioned on his views on the  crux of life’s  philosophies    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    Chorus 2    Inst                      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    Chorus 3    Chorus 4    Outro