| It’s quarter to three
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| There’s no one in the place
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| Accept you and me
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| So set 'em up, Joe
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| I’ve got a little story
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| You oughtta know
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| We’re drinking, my friend
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| To the end of a brief episode
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| Make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| I’ve got the routine
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| So drop another nickel in the machine
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| I’m feeling so bad
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| I wish you’d make the music dreamy and sad
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| Could tell you a lot
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| But you’ve gotta to be true to your coat
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| Make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| You’d never know it
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| But buddy, I’m a kind of poet
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| And I’ve got a lot of things to say
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| And when I’m gloomy
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| You simply gotta listen to me
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| Until it’s talked away
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| Well that’s how it goes
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| And Joe, I know you’re
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| Gettin' anxious to close
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| So thanks for the cheer
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| I hope you didn’t mind
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| My bending your ear
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| But this torch that I found
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| Must be drowned
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| Or it soon may explode
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| Make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| That long, long road |