Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
For if we don’t find
The next whiskey 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 whiskey, oh, you know why [b](the doors)[/b]
