One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) - Johnny Mercer, The Pied Pipers

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 you ought to 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 drop another nickel in the machine

I’m feeling so bad, I wish you’d make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot, but that’s not in a gentlemens 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 got a lot of things to say

And when I’m gloomy, you simply got to listen to me

Until it’s all talked away

Well that’s how it goes and Joe, I know your getting anxious to close

So, thanks for the beer, I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear

Don’t let it be said that little Freddy can’t carry his own

Just make it one for my baby and one more for the road

That long, long road

That long, long road