Writer(s): johnny mercer/harold arlen
Its quarter to three,Theres no one in the place cept you and meSo set em up joeI got a little story I think you oughtta know
Were drinking my friendTo the end of a brief episodeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road
I know the routinePut another nickel in that there machineIm feeling so badWont you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lotBut you gotta to be true to your codeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road
Youd never know itBut buddy Im a kind of poetAnd Ive got a lot of things I wanna sayAnd if Im gloomy, please listen to meTill its all, all talked away
Well, thats how it goesAnd joe I know youre gettin anxious to closeSo thanks for the cheerI hope you didnt mindMy bending your ear
But this torch that I foundIts gotta be drownedOr it soon might explodeSo make it one for my babyAnd one more for the road
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Posted: 7/7/2009
