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.
Oh, moon of Alabama
nosotros decimos chau,
perdimos todo nuestro habla,
y whisky tenemos que tomar.
