Saturday, April 05, 2008

3am blues

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2 comments:

Tecumseh said...

Full lyrics:

It's a 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 ought'a 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,
So put another nickel in the machine,
I'm feelin so bad,
I 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 your baby
and one more for the road.

You'd never know it,
But buddy, I'm kind of poet
And I've gotta lotta things to say.
And when I'm gloomy,
You simply gotta listen to me,
Until it's talked away.

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe, I know you're anxious to close,
So thanks for the cheer,
I hope you don't my bending your ear,
The 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.

4/05/2008 1:33 PM
Tecumseh said...

Yet another pinko tall tale.

4/05/2008 1:42 PM

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