Bertolt Brecht
Kurt Weill & Bertolt Brecht - Alabama song lyrics
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Oh, show us the way to the next whiskey bar! Oh don't ask why, Oh 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! Oh moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mamma And must have whiskey Oh, you know why. Oh show us 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! Oh moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have boys Oh, you know why. Oh show us 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! Oh moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have dollars Oh, you know why.