One For My Baby (Frank Sinatra)

It‘s 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

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 know the routine
put another nickel in that there machine
I‘m feeling so bad
Won‘t 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

You‘d never know it
but buddy I‘m a kind of poet
And I‘ve got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I‘m 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 
It‘s gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

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