For if we don't find the next whiskey bar
We now must say goodbye
We now must say goodbye
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
Oh, moon of Alabama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Show me the way to the next little girl
We've lost our good old mama
Show me the way to the next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We've lost our good old mama
Oh show me the way to the next little girl
We've lost our good old mama
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
Oh, moon of Alabama
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
We now must say goodbye
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little girl
