Текст песни One for My Baby (And One More for the Road) (1957 Stereo Version) - Billie Holiday

It′s 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 drop another nickel in the machine
I′m feeling so bad, I wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad
I could tell you a lot but you′ve gotta be true to your code

Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it, but buddy I′m a kind of a poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I′m gloomy, you simply gotta listen to mean
Until it's 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
This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode

Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You′d never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of a poet
And I′ve got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply got to listen to me
Until it′s 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
This torch that I found must be drowned or it soon might explode

Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
That long, long road