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Brecht / Weill 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 know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We`ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you know 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 know why |