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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
Will you make it one for my baby
One more for the road.

I've got the routine
So put some money in the record machine
You know I’m feeling so bad
I wish you make the music dreamy, make it sad
I could tell you a lot,
But it's not in a gentleman's code
Will you make it one for my baby
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 I want to say
And when I’m gloomy
You've gotta listen to me
Until it’s all talked away

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

This torch that I found
It must be drowned
Or it’s soon will explode
Will you make it one for my baby
One more for the road.
Long road, long road, long road, so long.

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