| It’s quarter to three,
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| There’s no-one in the place,
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| 'Cept Joe 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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| 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, and one more
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| For the road.
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| I’ve got the routine,
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| Put another nickel in the machine.
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| I’m feeling so bad,
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| Won’t you make the music 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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| So make it one for my baby, and one more
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| For the road.
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| You’d never know it, but buddy I’m a kind of poet,
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| And I got a lot of things I like to say
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| So when I’m gloomy, won’t you listen to me,
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| 'Til it’s talked away.
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| Well, that’s how it goes,
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| And Joe I know you’re getting anxious to close
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| And thanks for the cheer
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| I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear.
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| But this touch that I’ve found
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| Must be drowned or it 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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| The long
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| It’s so long
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| The long and winding road. |