Lady Sings the Blues

I normally hate it when people do this in blogs, but oh well.

Its quarter to three,
Theres no one in the place but you and me
So set em up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know

Were drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
So put another nickel in the machine
Im feeling so bad
I hope you make the music dreary and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Well, you'd never know it
But buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things to say
And if Im gloomy, you just gotta listen to me
Till its all talked away

Well, thats how it goes
And joe I know youre gettin anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didnt mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road