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Alabama SongOh, show me the way to the next whisky barOh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why For we must find the next whisky bar For if we don't find the whisky 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 mamma And must have whisky, oh you know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mamma And must have whisky, 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 mamma And must have boys, oh you know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mamma 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 mamma And must have dollars, oh you know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mamma And must have dollars, oh you know why Thank you, thank you very much. Welcome to the New Morning |