Frank Sinatra Follow

There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em up Joe
I got a little story, I think you ought to 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 know the routine
Put another nickel in that, there machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music easy and sad?

I could tell you a lot
But you got to be true to your 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 got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So 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 soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

That long, that long, man it's long
It's a long, long, long road

There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em up Joe