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

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 oughta know

We're drinkin', 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 feelin' so bad, wish you'd make the music pretty and sad

Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your code

So, 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 gotta listen to me

Till it's all talked away

Well that's how it goes and Joe, I know your gettin' pretty anxious to close

So, thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear

This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode

So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road

That long, long road