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Bertolt Brecht - Alabama Song
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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

Oh, moon of Alabama 
We now must say say good-bye
We`ve lost our good old mamma
And must have whisky 
Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next pretty girl
Oh, don`t ask why, oh, don`t ask why
Show me the way to the next pretty girl
Oh don`t ask why, oh, don`t ask why
For if we don`t find the next pretty 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
We now must say good-bye
We`ve lost our good old mamma
And must have a girl
Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don`t ask why, oh, don`t ask why
Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don`t ask why, oh, don`t ask why 
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 mamma 
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why.
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