| Its quarter to three,
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| There’s no one in the place cept you and me So set em up joe
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| I got a little story I think you oughtta know
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| Were drinking my friend
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| To the end of a brief episode
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| So make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| I know the routine
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| Put another nickel in that there machine
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| Im feeling so bad
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| Wont you make the music easy and sad
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| I could tell you a lot
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| But you gotta to be true to your code
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| So make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road
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| Youd never know it But buddy Im a kind of poet
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| And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
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| And if Im gloomy, please listen to me Till it’s all, all talked away
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| Well, that’s how it goes
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| And joe I know you’re 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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| Its gotta be drowned
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| Or it soon might explode
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| So make it one for my baby
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| And one more for the road |