One for My Baby, One More for the Road - Harry Belafonte

It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place but 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 grieve episode

Make it one for my baby and one more for the road

I’ve got the routine so drop another nickel in the machine

I’m feeling so bad, I wish you’d make the music dreamy and sad

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

So make it one for my baby, yes and one more for the road

You’d never know it but buddy I’m a kind of poet

And I got a lot of things to say

And when I’m gloomy you simply got to listen to me

Till it’s all 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 me bending your ear

This torch I found must be drowned or it soon will explode

So make it one for my baby and one more for the road

That long, long road