paroles de chanson One More for My Baby (And One More for the Road) - Frank Sinatra

It's quarter to 3, there's no one in the place
Except you and me, so set 'em up Joe
I got a little story, I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end of a brief episode,
So make it one for my baby and one more for the road
I got the routine, so put another nickle in the machine
Feeling so bad, wont you make the music easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not, in a gentleman's code
Just 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 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 getting anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer,
I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear
But this torch that found,
Has gotta be crowned, or it soon might explode
Just make it one for my baby, and one more for the road.
The long, so long, the long, winding road.