Streams of Whisky Songtext
von The Pogues

Last night as I slept
I dreamt 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 goin', I am goin′
Any which way the wind may be blowin'
I am goin', I am goin′
Where streams of whiskey are flowin′

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


Because I am goin', I am goin′
Any which way the wind may be blowin'
I am goin', I am goin′
Where streams of whiskey are flowin′ (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 me
I′ll walk into a bar
And drink 15 pints of beer

I am goin', I am goin′
Any which way the wind may be blowin'
I am goin′, I am goin'
Where streams of whiskey are flowin'

I am goin′, I am goin′
Any which way the wind may be blowin'
I am goin′, I am goin'
Where streams of whiskey are flowin′

Where streams of whiskey are flowin'
Where streams of whiskey are flowin′