| It’s quarter ta' 3, theres no one in the place
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| -cept' you and me.
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| So set em' up Joe, I got a little story
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| I think you should know.
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| We’re drinkin' my friends, to the end, of a
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| brief episosde. |
| Make it One For My Baby, and
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| One More For the Road.
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| I got the routine, put another nickel, in the
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| machine. |
| Feelin' so bad, can’t ya' make the music,
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| easy and sad.
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| I could tell you alot, but you’ve gotta' be, true to your code…
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| Just Make it One For My Baby, and One More For the Road.
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| You’d never know it, but buddy i’m a kind of poet, and i’ve
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| got allot of things, i’d like to say. |
| And when i’m gloomy, won’t
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| you listen to me, till' its talked away?
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| Well, thats how it goes, and Joe I know you’re gettin' anxious
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| to close. |
| And thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn’t mind, my
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| bend in your ear.
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| But this torch that i’ve found, its gotta be drowned, or it soon
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| might explode. |
| So Make it One for My Baby, and one more for
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| the Road. |
| The long, it’s so long. |
| The long, very long… |