One More for My Baby (And One More for the Road) - Joe Williams

It’s quarter to three

There’s no one in the place 'cept you and me

So set 'em' up, Joe

I got a little story you oughta 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

So drop another nickel in the machine

I’m feeling so bad

Wish you’d make the music pretty and sad

I could tell you a lot

But you gotta to be true to your code

So make it one for my baby

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 got to listen to me

Till it’s all talked away

Well, that’s how it goes

And, Joe, I know you’re gettin' pretty 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

So make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, long road