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