Alabama Song
Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill, adpt. Lotte Lenya
arr: Jan Willems, Schijndel
Oh, show us the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why
For we must find the next whiskey bar
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
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have whiskey, you know why
Oh moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have whiskey, you know why
Oh, show us the way to the next little boy
Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why
For we must find the next little boy
For if we don't find the next little boy
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
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have whiskey, you know why