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
Chorus:
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 went 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:
Because I'm going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing (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 of me
I'll walk into the bar and drink fifteen
pints of beer
Chorus:
Because I'm 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