by Kurt Weill & Bertolt Brecht
� Harms Co. ASCAP
Show me the way to the next whisky bar.
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why.
Show me the way to the next whisky bar.
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why.
For if we don't find the next whisky 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.
Chorus: Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye.
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh you know why.
Chorus
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.
Chorus