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It’s quarter to three
There’s no one in the place except you and me
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 for the road.

I've got the routine
So drop another nickel in the machine
I’m feeling so bad
Ain't you make the music dreamy and sad
I could tell you a lot
But you’ve got to be true to your code
Make it one for my baby
And one 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
Just now I’m gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
Until it’s talked away

That’s how it goes
And, Joe, I know you’re getting anxious to close
Well, thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn’t mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
Joe,it's gotta be drowned
I think I'll explode
Make it one for my baby
And another one for the road.
That long, long road.

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