Alabama Song [From the Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny] lyrics by Marianne Faithfull

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Alabama Song [From the Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny] by Marianne Faithfullالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Alabama Song [From the Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny] by Marianne Faithfull

Oh, show me 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 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 good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why!

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why!

Oh, show me the way to the next pretty boy
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why!

For we must find the next pretty boy
For if we don't find the next pretty 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
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have boys, oh you know why!

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have boys, oh you know why!

Oh, show me 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
For 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
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have dollars, oh you know why!

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old momma
And must have dollars, oh you know why!

Writer : WEILL, KURT / BRECHT, BERTOLT
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.