Frank Sinatra - One For My Baby

It's quarter ta' 3, theres no one in
the place
-cept' you and me.
So set em' up Joe, I got a little
story
I think you should know.
We're drinkin' my friends, to the
end,
of a
brief episosde.
Make it One For My Baby, and
One More For the Road.
I got the routine, put another nickel,
in the
machine. Feelin' so bad, can't ya'
make the music,
easy and sad.
I could tell you alot, but you've
gotta' be, true to your 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've
got allot of things, i'd like to say.
And when i'm gloomy, won't
you listen to me, till' its talked
away?
Well, thats how it goes, and Joe I know
you're gettin' anxious
to close. And thanks for the cheer, I
hope you didn't mind, my
bend in your ear.
But this torch that i've found, its
gotta be drowned, or it soon
might explode.

So Make it One for My Baby, and one
more
for
the Road. The long, it's so long. The
long, very long....