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(Johnny Mercer/Harold Arlen) 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 you ought to 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 Put another nickel in the machine Feeling so bad Can't you make the music easy and sad I could tell you a lot But you gotta to be true to your code Just make it one for my baby And one more for the road You'd never know it But honey 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 Letras de cancionesTill it's all, all talked away Well, 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 ear But this torch that I found Must be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road that long, long road. From Letras Mania