Žodžiai dainai: Marianne Faithfull. Alabama Song.

Oh, show me 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 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 mamma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why

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 me the way to the next pretty boy
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

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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

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have boys, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have boys, oh you know why

Oh, show me 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, 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 mamma
And must have dollars, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have dollars, oh you know why

Thank you, thank you very much
Welcome to the new morning