One For My Baby (And One More For The Road) (Live in Detroit 1980)

Well, it's quarter to three

There's no one in the joint

It's just you and me

So set 'em up Joe

I've got a little story I think you should know

We're drinking my friends

We'll drink to the end of life's brief episode

We'll drink to the end

Of life's brief episode

Make it one for my baby

And one for the road

Well, I know the routine

Just drop another dollar

In life's big machine

I'm feeling so bad

Can't you make the music

Easy and sad?

I could tell you a lot

But I've gotta be

True to my code

Make it one for my baby

And one for the road

Now, you'd never know it

But Joe, I'm a kind of poet

I've got a lot of things

I'd love to say

So now I'm feeling gloomy

Please listen to me

Till it's tucked away

Oh, well that's how it goes

And Joe, I guess you're getting anxious to close

So thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind me

Bending your ear

But this torch that I've found

Joe, it's gotta be drowned

Or I think I'd explode

Make it one for my baby

And another one for the road

That long and lonesome road

It's so goddamn lonesome

It's so goddamn lonesome

It's so goddamn lonesome

Oh, it's so lonesome

That long and lonesome road

What about you back there, is that it?

Come on, it's a good song

You just wait until you reach my age, darling

I'll tell you what, fellas

When I'm confronted with a bunch of A-S-S-H-O-L-E-S like this

I wanna search 'em, search 'em, get 'em, spot 'em and destroy 'em