Alabama Song - The Young Gods

Well, show me the way

To the next whiskey bar

Oh, don’t ask why

Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way

To the next whiskey bar

Oh, don’t ask why

Oh, don’t ask why

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

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We’ve lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey,

oh, you now why

Oh, moon of Alabama

We now must say goodbye

We’ve lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey,

oh, you now why

Well, show me the way

To the next little girl

Oh, don’t ask why

Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way

To the next little girl

Oh, don’t ask why

Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find

The next little girl

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 goodbye

We’ve lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey,

oh, you now why