One for My Baby (and One More for the Road) - Trisha Yearwood

It’s a 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 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 put another

Nickel in the machine

I feel kinda bad

Can’t you make the music

Easy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but that’s not

In a gentleman’s code

So 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 I’d like to say

And when I’m gloomy

Won’t you listen to me

Til it’s talked away

Well, that’s how it goes

And Joe I know you’re getting

Anxious to close

And thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn’t mind my bending your ear

But this torch that I found

It’s gotta be drowned

Or it’s gonna explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

The long, it’s long

Mighty long