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

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 oughtta 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