One For My Baby - Nancy Sinatra

It’s quarter to three

There’s no one in the place except you and me

So set 'em up, Joe

I’ve got a little story you ought to 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 the routine

Won’t you drop another quarter in the machine

I’m feeling so bad

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

You’d never know it but, buddy, I’m a kind of 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 know you’re getting anxious to close

So thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear

This torch that I found

Must be drowned or it soon might explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

One for baby

One more for the road

That one long, long, long road

One for my baby

I miss my baby