Alabama Song

Fotografia de David Dibert

Show me the way to the next whisky bar,

Oh, don’t ask why,

For if we don’t find the next whisky bar

I tell you we must die.

Oh, Moon of Alabama,

We now must say good-bye.

We’ve lost our good old mama

And must have whisky,

Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next pretty girl,

Oh, don’t ask why,

For if we don’t find the next pretty girl

I tell you we must die.

Oh, Moon of Alabama,

We now must say good-bye.

We’ve lost our good old mama

And must have a girl,

Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next little dollar,

Oh, don’t ask why,

For if we don’t find the next little dollar

I tell you we must die.

Oh, Moon of Alabama,

We now must say good-bye.

We’ve lost our good old mama

And must have dollars,

Oh, you know why.

Bertolt Brecht