This was originally written as a German poem by Bertolt Brecht for his 1927 book Home Devotions, then translated into English by Elisabeth Hauptmann and set to music by Kurt Weill for the play Little Mahagonny that year. It was then reused for the 1930 opera Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny. W...
Oh, show us the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For we must find
The next whisky bar
For if we don't find
The next whisky 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 whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, 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
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 a boy, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have a boy, 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
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
(Oh, moon of Alabama)
We now must say goodbye
(We now must say goodbye)
We've lost our good old mama
(Our good old mama)
And must have dollars, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollars, oh, you know why
(You know why, you know why)
Alabama Song was written by Bertolt Brecht & Kurt Weill.