"Alabama Song (Whisky bar)" Buenisíma

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