One More For My Baby

It's quarter to 3, 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 drinking 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, so put another nickle in the machine

Feeling so bad, wont you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but it's not, in a gentleman's 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 lotta things I 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 you're getting anxious to close

Thanks for the cheer,

I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear

But this torch that found,

Has gotta be crowned, or it soon might explode

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

The long, so long, the long, winding road.