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