It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place cept you and me
So set em up joe I got a little story I think you oughtta know
Were drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby and one more for the roadI know the routine put another nickel in that there machine
I'm feeling so bad wont you make the music easy and sadI could tell you a lot but you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby and one more for the roadYou'd never know it but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked awayWell, that's how it goes and joe I know you're gettin anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind my bending your earBut this torch that I found its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode so make it one for my baby and one more for the road
Songwriters
HAROLD ARLEN, JOHNNY MERCERPublished by
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