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Frank Sinatra
One For My Baby
It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place except 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 you make the music easy and sad?
I could tell you a lot,
But you 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 got a lotta things I'd like to say.
And when I'm gloomy,
Won't you listen to me till it's talked away?
Well, that's 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 bendin' your ear.
But this torch that i've found
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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