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 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


Because 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

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

Iam 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 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
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Where streams of whiskey are flowing