Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar. Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why. 'Cause I must find the next whiskey bar. If I don't find the next whiskey bar, I tell you I will die, I tell you I will die. I tell you, I tell you, 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, so high up in the sky. I lost him, I lost my lover. I need a drink, and you know why. I bet you know why. I bet you know why.
Buena Vista Social Club lyrics