Letras
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 you oughta know
We're drinkin', my friend
To the end of a brief episode
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I've got the routine
So put another nickel in the machine
I'm feelin' so bad
I hope they make the music dreamy and sad
Could tell you a lot
But you've got to be true to your code
So 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 to say
And when I'm gloomy
You simply gotta listen to me
'Til it's talked away
So that's how it goes
Joe, I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear
The torch that I found
Must be drowned or it soon will explode
Oh, make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road
