Streams Of Whiskey - Live At The Olympia, Paris / 2012

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
With streams of whiskey I'm flowing

I have cursed, bled and sworn, jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch and the rope 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'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, yaw!

Oh, the words that he spoke were the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained by a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar, drink 15 pints of beer

'Cause 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, yaw!

Whiskey!
And next one's called "If I Should Fall With Grace With God"