the state of emergency

Saturday, August 20, 2005

to the next little GUY

Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)
Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
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
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey,
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 whiskey,
oh, you know why

1 Comments:

  • At 6:49 PM, Blogger 4040e said…

    do you speak English?
    I am an English student
    will you talk to me?

     

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