Alabama Song (Whisky Bar) by Kurt Weill & Bertolt Brecht © Harms Co. ASCAP Show me the way to the next whisky bar. Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why. Show me the way to the next whisky bar. Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why. For if we don't find the next whisky 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 whisky, oh you know why. Chorus 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. Chorus