One For My Baby

It's a quarter t' three,

There's no one in the place except you an' me.

So, set 'em up joe, i've got a little story that you otta kno.

We're drinkin' my friend, t' the end of a brief episode,

Make it one for ma baby an' one more for the road . . .



I got the routine, so drop another nickel in the machine,

I'm feelin' so bad, i wish you'd make the music dreamy an' sad,

Could tell you a lot, but you've got to be true to your 'code'

Make it one for ma baby, one more for the road . . .



You'd never kno' it, but buddy, i'm kind of a poet,

And i've got a lot of things to say.

And when i'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me,

Until it's talked away . . .



Well, that's how it goes, and joe i kno' you're gettin' anxious t' close,

So thanks for the cheer, i hope you didn't mind my bendin' your ear . . .

This torch that i've found, must be drowned or it soon will explode,

Make it one for ma baby, an' one more for the road . . .



That long, long road!


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