Written by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer

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 got the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
Feelin' 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 when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
And 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's soon might explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

The long
It's so long
The long
And winding road