Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things. Big Bill Broonzy
Well, 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 goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whisky, oh, you know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whisky, oh, you know why Well, 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 Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
ReplyDeleteTo 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 goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why
Well, 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
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why