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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.