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

Oh, don't ask why.

No, don't ask why.

For we must find the next whiskey bar 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.

Amen.

We now must say goodbye.

We've lost our good old mama.

and must have whiskey, oh, you know why.

Oh, moon of Alabama, we now

I'll say goodbye.

He's lost a good old mama.

And must have whiskey, I don't mind.

Oh show us the way to the next pretty boy

Oh, don't ask why.

No, 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

Alabama.

Queen Alma, say goodbye.

We've lost our good old mama.

And must have boys, so you know why.

Oh, moon of Alabama, we now must say goodbye.

We've lost our good old mama

And must have boys, so you know why.

Oh, show us the way to the next little dollar Oh, don't ask why No, don't ask why

So 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!

O moon of Alabama,

We now must say goodbye.

We bless our good old mama.

and must have dollars in her mind.

Oh, moon of Alabama,

We now must say goodbye, we've lost

Oh, good old mama.

It must have bothered her, you know why.