Well, show me the way, To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way, To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find, The next 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 goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

Well, show me the way, To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way, To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find, The next little girl
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 goodbye
We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

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