Frank Sinatra — One For My Baby

It's quarter to 3 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 drinkin' my friends 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 Can't you make the music Easy and sad? I could tell you a lot But you've gotta be True to your 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 you're gettin' Anxious to close And thanks for the cheer I hope you didn't mind My bending your ear But this torch that I've found It's gotta be drowned Or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby And one more for the road The long, it's so long The long, very long