Last night as I slept I dreamed 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, Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn, Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me, 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
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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
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