One For My Baby (And One More For The Road)

It's quarter to three

No one in the place except you and me

So set 'em up, bro

I've got a little story you might wanna know

We're drinking, my friend

To the end of a brief episode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I got this routine

Put another quarter in the machine

I'm feeling so bad

I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot

But you've got to be true to your code

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

I know you'd never know it

But man, I'm a kind of a poet

And I've got a lot of things to say

But when I'm gloomy

It's best to listen to me

Until it's talked away

That's how it goes

Hey Joe, I know you're getting ready to close

Hey baby, thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind me bending your ear

This torch that I found

Must be drowned or it soon might implode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

One more for my baby

One more for the road

For that long (long, long, lonesome road)

Long, long road (long, long, lonesome road)

For that long (long, long, lonesome road)

Lonesome road (long, long, lonesome road)

Set it up, bro (long, long, lonesome road)

(Long, long, lonesome road)

(Long, long, lonesome road)