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By sung by Rosemary Clooney Submitted by Ali Date: 2001 Jun 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.02.11.06.23765]] |
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It's quater to three, there's no one in the place Except you and me So, set 'em up Joe I got a little story you outta know We're drinking my friend, to the end Of a brief episode Make it one for my baby, and one more for the road I got the routine, so drop another nickel In the machine I'm feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music Dreamy and sad Could tell you a lot But, you've got to be true to your code Make it one for my baby, and one more the road You'd never know it, buddy, I'm a kind of poet And I've got a lot of things to say And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me Until it's talked away Well, that's how it goes Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close So, thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind, my bending your ear This torch that I found, must be drowned For it soon may explode Make it one for my baby, and one more for the road That long, lonely road |