One for My Baby (And One More for the Road) - Frank Sinatra, Bill Miller

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 I think you should know

We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode

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

I got the routine, put another nickel in the machine

I'm feelin' so bad, can't you make the music easy and sad

I 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 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 your gettin' anxious to close

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

But 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

The long, that long road