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THE DOORS - Alabama Song

Am

Am
Well show me the way to the next whisky bar,
F#m              D7   F#m             D7
oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why.
Am
Well show me the way to the next whisky bar,
F#m              D7   F#m             D7
oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why.
Am
For if we don't find the next whiskey bar,
F#m                     D7    F#m                    D7
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die.
F#m                                    D7           C7
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die.


      F                                                                     B
Oh moon of Alabama, we now must say goodbye,
        G                           Gm
we'll love our good old mama,
C                                                         F
I must have whiskey, oh, you know why.
                                                                              B
Oh moon of Alabama, we now must say goodbye,
           Eb                         F
we've lost our good old mama,
C7                                                            F
and must have whiskey, oh, you know why.


Am
Well show me the way to the next little girl,
F#m              D7   F#m             D7
oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why.
Am
Well show me the way to the next little girl,
F#m              D7   F#m             D7
oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why.
Am
For if we don't find the next little girl,
F#m                     D7    F#m                    D7
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die.
F#m                                    D7           C7
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die.

Repeat Chorus (instrumental)

      F                                                                     B
Oh moon of Alabama, we now must say goodbye,
        G                           Gm
we'll love our good old mama,
C                                                         F
I must have whiskey, oh, you know why.
                                                                              B
Oh moon of Alabama, we now must say goodbye,
           Eb                         F
we've lost our good old mama,
C7                                                            F
and must have whiskey, oh, you know why.