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

One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)

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