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Moon of Alabama
(
Bertold Brecht - Kurt Weill )
Show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh don't ask why
No don´t ask why
For we must find the next whiskey bar
Or if we don´t find our 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 ole Mama
And must have whiskey or you know why
Oh moon of Alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good ole Mama
And must have whiskey or you know why
Oh show us the way to the next little dollar
Oh don't ask why
Oh don't ask why
For we must find the next little dollar
Or if we don't find the next little dollar
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 ole Mama
And must have dollar or you know why
Oh moon of Alabama
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good ole Mama
And must have dollar or you know why
Oh show us the way to the next little girl
Oh don't ask why
No don't ask why
For we must find the next little girl
Or 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
It's time to say goodbye
We've lost our good ole Mama
And must have little girl
Or you know why
Oh moon of Alabama
It's time to say auf wiedersehn
We've lost our good ole Mama
And must have dollar or you know why
You know why
You know why
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