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
you ought to know.
We're drinkin' my friend, to the end, of a
brief episode.

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...

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'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, that long, it's long...

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