One for My Baby - Billie Holiday

It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place

Except you and me

So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story

I think you should 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 know the routine, put another nickel

In the machine

I feel kind of bad, can’t you make the music

Easy and sad

I could tell you a lot, but it’s not

In a gentleman’s 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 poet

And I’ve got a lot of things I’d like to say

And if I’m gloomy, please listen to me

Till it’s talked away

Well that’s how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'

Anxious to close

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’s gonna explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road