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It′s quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set ′em up, Joe, I've got a little story you oughta know
We're drinking, my friend, to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
Well, I know the routine, so put another nickel in the machine
Oh, I′m feeling so bad, I wish you′d make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code
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
And I′ve got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Until it′s talked away
Well, that's how it goes, and Joe
I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn′t mind my bending your ear
This torch that I found′s got to be drowned or it's going to explode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, long, long road
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Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
