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The Pogues - Streams Of Whiskey Ukulele

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Streams Of Whiskey Ukulele

(ver. 1)
The Pogues
***Streams of Whiskey - by Shane MacGowan

Streams of Whiskey - as perfomed by The Pogues

note: verse and chorus follow the exact same pattern

Gtr1:
Intro   |C     |C     |C     |F    G|C     |C     |C     |F    C||

Gtr2:
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B|=3=5=3==3=5=3==3=5=7=7=7=5=7====3=5=7==========8=7==5=5=5=7=5==
F|===============================================================
C|===============================================================
G|===============================================================
D|===============================================================

e|=============================5========10=9=7=5=================
B|=3=5=3==3=5=3==3=5=7=7=7=5=7====3=5=7==========8=7==5=3=3=5=3==
F|===============================================================
C|===============================================================
G|===============================================================
D|===============================================================

     C                  F                  C
Last night as I slept I dreamed I met with Behan
                               F                  G
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
     C                              F              C
When questioned on his views on the crux of life's philosophies
   C                 F         G               C
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    |C     |C     |C     |F    G|C     |C     |C     |F    C||

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   |C     |C     |C     |F    G|C     |C     |C     |F    C||
            
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