Alabama Song (Whisky Bar)

The Doors /Doors

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
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