Oh, show us the way to the next whiskey bar.

Oh, don't ask why.

Oh, don't ask why.

Or we must find the next Miss Skimbar, for if

If we don't find the next whiskin' 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

The moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama.

And Master Whiskey, oh, you know why

O moon of Alma,

We now must say goodbye, we've lost.

Our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh you know why

Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar.

For we must find the next little dollar or 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.

O moon of Alabama,

We now must say goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have done it, so you know why.

O moon of Alabama,

We now must say goodbye.

We've lost.

Our good old mama And must have done it all in a while