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

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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