Текст песни One for My Baby (And One More for the Road) - 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 ought' 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
Could tell you a lot
But you've got to 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 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

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