Road House One for My Baby And One More for the Road

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 you oughta know
We're drinkin', 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 feelin' so bad, 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 for the road.

You'd never know it but buddy, I'm a kind of poet
And I got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Untill it's talked away.

Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your getting anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer, hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
This torch that I've found must be drowned or it soon might explode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road
That long, oh that long, long road.