It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story I think you should 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 I've got the routine Put another nickel in the machine I'm feeling so bad Can't you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot But you've gotta be true to your code Just 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 got a lot of things I'd like to say So when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me 'Til it's talked away Well, that's how it goes And Joe I know you're getting anxious to close And thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear But this touch that I've found Must be drowned or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road The long It's so long The long Very long
Written by: Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer
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