标题:Alabama Song
艺人:The Doors
作词:Brecht, Weill
作曲:The Doors
制谱人:Claudio.
附注:
Another Classic song from The Doors....
Happy Jammin'!!
Ray Mansarek - Keyboards/Organ.
John Densmore - Drums
Robby Krieger - Guitars
Jim Morrison - Vocals
==================Lyrics!!!!===================
Well show me the way, to the next whisky bar.
Oh, don't ask why,
Oh, don't ask why, (x2)
For if (a) - 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, and now
Must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh you know why. (x2)
Yeah!
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.
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节拍:♩ = 170
音轨:
- Track 1 - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
注释: show me theway___ to thenext_____ whis - kybar,________oh, don't askwhy,oh, don't askwhy.etc etc etc (PRESS F5 for Lyrics) show me theway___ to thenext_____ littlegirl,________oh, don't askwhy,oh, don't askwhy.etc etc etc (PRESS F5 for Lyrics)To Coda!CODA!
标记:Verse 1Verse 2
歌词:
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
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, 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 whisky, oh, you know why
