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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 ough to know
We’re drinking, my friend
To the end of a brief episode
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road.

I see you've got the routine
So drop another nickel in the machine
Right now I’m feeling so bad
Try to make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot
But you’ve got to be true to your code
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road.

I know that you may not 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 just 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
May I say thanks for the cheer
And thank you, Joe for let
Me bend your ear

I know this torch I've got
Must burn out
Or I'm soon to explode
Just make it one for my baby
Another little taste for the road.
That long, long road.

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