One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) - Frank Sinatra

Its quarter to three,

There’s no one in the place cept 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

Put another nickel in that there machine

Im feeling so bad

Wont you make the music easy 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

Youd never know it But buddy Im a kind of poet

And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say

And if Im gloomy, please listen to me Till it’s all, all talked away

Well, that’s how it goes

And joe I know you’re gettin anxious to close

So thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn’t 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