Alabama Song
(Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill)
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
Because I must find the next whiskey bar
If I don’t find the next whiskey bar
I tell you I will die
I tell you I will die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you I will die
Oh, moon of Alabama
So high up in the sky
I lost him
I lost my lover
I need a drink
Can you guess why
Oh, moon of Alabama
So high up in the sky
I lost him
I lost my lover
I need a drink
And you know why
I bet you know why
I bet you know why