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***Streams of Whiskey - by Shane MacGowan
from the album "Red Roses For Me"
Streams of Whiskey - as perfomed by The Pogues
note: verse and chorus follow the exact same pattern
Gtr1:
Intro |D |D |D |G A|D |D |D |G D||
Gtr2:
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D G D
Last night as I slept I dreamed I met with Behan
G A
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
D G D
When questioned on his views on the crux of life's philosophies
D G A D
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
Chorus 2
Inst |D |D |D |G A|D |D |D |G D||
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
Chorus 3
Chorus 4
Outro |D |D |D |G A|D |D |D |G D||
