Dalida - Alabama song

by Bertolt Brecht/Kurt Weill

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 goodbye

We've lost our good old mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Show me the way to the next little dollar

Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why 

Oh, show me the way to the next little dollar

Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next petit 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 mama

And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

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 goodbye

We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why