It's quarter to three
There's no-one in the place except you and me
So set 'em up joe
I've got a little story i think you should know
We're drinking my friend to the end of a brief episode
make it on for my baby,and one more for the road
I got the routine put another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad won't you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot but it's not in a gentleman's code
Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road
You'd never know it
But buddy i'm a kind of poet
And I've gotta lot of things I'd like to say
And When I'm gloomy won't ya listen to me
'Til it's talked away well that's how it goes and joe
I know you're getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear
But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned or it just might explode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
The long,It's so long,The long.....
And winding road
