Streams Of Whiskey Paroles

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

Where streams of whiskey are flowing



I have cursed, bled and sworn
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



Because 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



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



Iam 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