| It’s quarter to three,
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| There’s no one in the place
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| Except you and me
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| So set 'em' up Joe,
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| I got a little story
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| I think you should 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 got the routine, put another nickel
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| In the machine
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| Feeling so bad, won’t you make the music
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| Easy and sad
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| I could tell you a lot, but it’s not
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| In a gentleman’s code
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| Just 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 I’d like to say
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| And when I’m gloomy, won’t ya listen to me
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| Till it’s talked away
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| Well, that’s how it goes,
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| And Joe I know your gettin'
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| Anxious to close
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| 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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| It’s gotta be drowned
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| Or it’s soon might 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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| Long, it’s so long, winding road |