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[D]Last night as I slept I[G] dreamed I met with[D] Behan
I[D] shook him by the hand and we[G] passed the time
of[A] day
When[D] questioned on his views on the[G] crux of life's philoso[D]phies
He[D] had but these few clear and[G]
simple words to [A]say
I am[D] going, I am going, Any which way the[G] wind may be[A] blowing
I am[D] going, I am
going, Where streams of[G] whiskey are[A] flow[D]ing
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
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
I am going,,,,
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