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"