Alabama Song

Well, show me the way, To the next whiskey barOh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask whyShow me the way, To the next whiskey barOh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask whyFor if we don't find, The next whiskey barI tell you we must die, I tell you we must dieI tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must dieOh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbyeWe've lost our good old mamaAnd must have whiskey, oh, you now whyOh, moon of AlabamaWe now must say goodbyeWe've lost our good old mamaAnd must have whiskey, oh, you now whyWell, show me the way, To the next little girlOh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask whyShow me the way, To the next little girlOh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask whyFor if we don't find, The next little girlI tell you we must die, I tell you we must dieI tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must dieOh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbyeWe've lost our good old mamaAnd must have whiskey, oh, you now why