Marianne Faithfull - Alabama Song lyrics

Oh, show me the way to the next whisky bar

Oh, 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, 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