marianne faithfull
alabama song
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next whiskey bar For if we don't find the whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die!  Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have whiskey, oh you know why!  Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have whiskey, oh you know why!  Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!  For we must find the next pretty boy For if we don't find the next pretty boy I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die!  Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have boys, oh you know why!  Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have boys, oh you know why!  Oh, show me the way to the next little dollar Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why! For we must find the next little dollar For if we don't find the next little dollar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die!  Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have dollars, oh you know why!  Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old momma And must have dollars, oh you know why!