Текст песни
It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place, except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should 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 know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
Feelings 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 got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, won't ya listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes,
And Joe I know your gettin' anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road Long,
it's a long, winding road
