One for My Baby

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 that 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

  

 You know the routine, put another quarter in that machine

 Well, I’m feeling kinda bad, can’t you make the music easy and sad

 I could tell you a lot, but it’s not in a gentleman’s 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 if I'm gloomy, won't you please listen to me?

 'Til it's talked away

  

 Well, that's how it goes and Joe

 I know you're gettin' so very anxious to close

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

 But this torch that I found it’s gotta be drowned or it’s gonna explode

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

  

 That long, long

 That long road

 That long road