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"