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.

Chorus:
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why.

Chorus.
Yeah…

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.