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Oh, 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
No, 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
Man must have whiskey, or you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
Man must have whiskey, or you know why, yeah
Oh, 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
Man must have whiskey, or you know why
Alabama Song [Whisky Bar] - Live Hollywood Bowl 1968 was written by Bertolt Brecht & Kurt Vile.
Alabama Song [Whisky Bar] - Live Hollywood Bowl 1968 was produced by Paul A. Rothchild.