Last night as I slept br I dreamt I met with behan br I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day br When questioned on his views br On the crux of lifes philosophies br He had but these few clear and simple words to say br br I am going, I am going br Any which way the wind may be blowing br I am going, I am going br Where streams of whiskey are flowing br br I have cursed, bled and sworn br Jumped bail and landed up in jail br Life has often tried to stretch me br But the rope always was slack br And now that Ive a pile br Ill go down to the chelsea br Ill walk in on my feet br But Ill leave there on my back br br Because I am going, I am going br Any which way the wind may be blowing br I am going, I am going br Where streams of whiskey are flowing br br Oh the words that he spoke br Seemed the wisest of philosophies br Theres nothing ever gained br By a wet thing called a tear br When the world is too dark br And I need the light inside of me br Ill walk into a bar br And drink fifteen pints of beer br br Iam going, I am going br Any which way the wind may be blowing br I am going, I am going br Where streams of whiskey are flowing br br I am going, I am going br Any which way the wind may be blowing br I am going, I am going br Where streams of whiskey are flowing br Where streams of whiskey are flowing br Where streams of whiskey are flowing