One For My Baby

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It's q[D]uar - t[D9]er    [D]to t[Am7]hree,    
There's [D]no   [D9]one    [D]in  [Dsus4] the p      [Am]lace [Am7]ex - c[D]ept [D9]you a[D]nd   [Am7]me,    
So, s[D]et '[D9]em    [D]up, [Am7]Joe, I [D]got  [D9] a l   [D]it  [Dsus4] - tle s[Am]to -   [Am7] ry    
[D]You [D9]ough   [D]ta   [Am7]know. [D]    [Dm7]    [D7]    
We're d[G]rinkin', my fr[F7]iend, [G]to the [F7]end    [Em7]of a b[D]rief [A7]ep -   [G/B] i - s[B7]ode --
Make it [G]one [G/F#]for my [Em7]baby and o[G]ne   [G/F#]more      [G/B]for     [A7]the r[D]oad.

I [G]got the rout[Dm6]ine,    
So [G]drop an - oth - er [Dm6]nick -[Am7] el     [G]in the mach - [Dm6]ine; [G]    [Dm6]    
I f[G]eel kind - a [Dm6]bad, w[G]ish you'd make the [Am7]mu -     [Dm6]sic    
[G]Pret - ty and [Dm6]sad. [G]    [Gm7]    [G7]    [G6]    
Could t[C]ell you a [C9]lot, b[C]ut it's [C9]not    [Am7]in the g[G]en - [Am7]tle -    [Edim] man's c[E7]ode,   
So, make it [A7]one    [Em7]for my b[A7]aby and o[C]ne   [Em7]more    [Edim] for      [Am7]the r    [G]oad.

Y[Am7]ou'd never k[C9]now it but b[Am7]uddy, I'm a kind of [D9]poet,
And I g[G]ot a lot of [Gm7]things to s[G7]ay;   
[Am7]And when I'm g[C9]loomy, you [C]gotta [C/B]listen[Am7] to me
[E7]Till it's [Em7]all talked a[A7]way.   

Well t[G]hat's how it[Dm6] goes,
And J[G]oe, I know you're g[Dm6]ettin' p[Am7]retty [G]anx -ious to c[Dm6]lose; [G]    [Dm6]    
So, t[D]hanks for the [Dm6]cheer,
I hop[G]e you did - n't [Dm6]mind     [Am7]my b    [G]endin' your [Dm6]ear.     [G]    [Gm7]    [G7]    
This t[C]orch that I f[C9]ound m[Am7]ust be d[G/B]rowned [Am7]or it s[G]oon m[Am7]ight    [Edim] ex - p[E7]lode,
So, make it [A7]one    [Em7]for my b[A7]aby and o[C]ne   [Em7]more    [Edim] for      [Am7]the r    [E7]oad, [F7]    [E7]    
That [A7]long,[Edim] l     [Am7]ong [G#7] r[G]oad.[Am7]    [A7]    [D9]    [Am7]    [G]    

It's quar - ter to three,
There's no one in the place ex - cept you and me,
So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a lit - tle sto - ry
You oughta know.
We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief ep - i - sode --
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road.

I got the routine,
So drop an - oth - er nick - el in the mach - ine;
I feel kind - a bad, wish you'd make the mu - sic
Pret - ty and sad.
Could tell you a lot, but it's not in the gen - tle - man'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 got a lot of things to say;
And when I'm gloomy, you gotta listen to me
Till it's all talked away.

Well that's how it goes,
And Joe, I know you're gettin' pretty anx -ious to close;
So, thanks for the cheer,
I hope you did - n't mind my bendin' your ear.
This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might ex - plode,
So, make it one for my baby and one more for the road,
That long, long road.

Song Author Harold Arlen og Johnny Mercer

Performer: Frank Sinatra