(Harold ArlenJohnny Mercer)

It's quarter to three, no one in the place

except you and me

So set 'em up Bro. 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 got the routine, put another quarter

in the machine

I'm feeling so bad, can't you make the music

dreamin' and sad



I tell you a lot, but you've got to be

true do your code

Make it one for my baby

one more for the road



I know you'd never know it, but men I'm a kind of poet

and I've got a lot of things to you say

But when I'm gloomy, please listen to me

till it's talked away



That's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'

anxious to close

Hey, baby, thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind

my bending your ear



This torch that I found, must be drowned

or it's gonna explode

Make it one for my baby

and one more for the road

One more for my baby

one more for the road



For the long, (long-long, lonesome road)

long, long road

For the long, (long-long, lonesome road)

long, lonesome road, .... road



(Long-long, lonesome road) [x4]