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by Shane MacGowan and the Pogues, from the album “Red Roses For Me”

Streams of Whiskey

by Shane MacGowan
Instrumental / Break

Last [D] night as I slept I [G] dreamed I met with [D] Behan
I shook him by the hand and we [A] passed the time of day
When [D] questioned on his views on the [G] crux of life’s [D] philosophies
He [D] had but these few clear and [A] simple words to [D] say

I am [D] going, I am [G] go- [D] ing,
Any which way the wind may be [A] blowing
I am [D] going, I am [G] go- [D] ing,
Where streams of whiskey are [A] flow- [D] ing )

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



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

Chorus x2

Where streams of whiskey are flowing! x3