| Song | Streams Of Whiskey |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | 30 Years |
| 作词：Shane Macgowan | |
| 作曲：Shane Macgowan | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Because 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Iam 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 |
| zuò cí: Shane Macgowan | |
| zuò qǔ: Shane Macgowan | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Because 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Iam 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 |