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It′s a quarter to three
There's no one in the place except you and me
Set ′em up, Joe
I got a little story that you ought to know
And oh, we're drinking, my friend
To the end of a brief episode
And oh yeah, and make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I got the routine
So drop another nickel in the machine
And I'm feeling so bad
I wished you′d make the music dreamy and sad
And oh, and I could tell you
And I could tell you a lot
But you′ve got to be true to your coat
And oh, and make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You'd never know it
But buddy, I′m a kind of poet
I've got a lot of things to say
And oh yeah, and when I′m gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
Until it's all tucked away
And oh, and that′s how it goes
And Joe, I know you're getting pretty anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind me bending your ear
And oh yeah, this torch, this torch that I found
It must be drowned or it soon might explode
And oh, and make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
And oh yeah, yeah, yeah
And make it one, two, three, and four
And oh, come on and make it one, one more
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
And oh, Joe, make it one more
And oh, one more for the road
Road
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Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
