and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his fears,
on the crux of life's philosophies
He had but this few clear and
Any which way the wind may be blowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I've cursed, bled and soared
Just bailed and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that I've uphiled
I'll go down to the Chelsea
But I'll leave there on my back
Cause I'm going, I'm going,
where streams of whiskey are flowing
All the words that you spoke
seem the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
by the way they call a tear
When the world is too dark
and I need the light inside of me
I'll go into a bar and drink fifty pints of beer
Any which way the wind may be blowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Any which way the wind may be blowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whisky are flowing
Where streams of whisky are flowing