you, I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama, it's time to say goodbye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey or you know why Oh, moon of Alabama
, 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
Tell you, tell you, tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our dear old mama And must have whiskey, oh, you know why Oh, moon of Alabama
Before I fly and wave goodbye I say to you, "Days with you Are the best years of my life" But if I don?t see you anymore Keep my words safely stored And
the sad in all his songs Something about her made him sorry She was holy in his eyes She had him bound and hypnotized She put the sad in all his songs
nobody looking back again Song, song of the south Gone, gone with the wind Song, song of the south Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth Song, song
you going to Alabama Where the trees grow tall and green I'd like to see the Gulf of Mexico If you're going, won't you take me Are you going to Alabama
names up in Nashville And you'll be one before too long But God put stars in Alabama To help you find your way back home Yeah, there's stars in Alabama
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
you, I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mamma And must have whiskey, oh you know why Oh, moon of Alabama
' Alabama And must have whisky oh you know why Oh moon of Alabama We now must say good bye We' ve lost our good o' Alabama And must have whisky, oh you know why Oh moon of Alabama
, I tell you I will die. Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky. I lost him, I lost my lover. I need a drink. Can you guess why? Oh, moon of Alabama
Before I fly and wave goodbye I say to you "Days with you are the best years of my life" But if I don't see you anymore Keep my words safely stored And
t nobody looking back again Song, song of the south... Gone, gone with the wind... Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Song, song