One for My Baby - Lena Horne

It’s quarter to 3

There’s no one in the place except you and me

So, set 'em up, Joe

I got a little story you ought to 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

Wish you’d make the music pretty and sad

Could tell you a lot

But you’ve 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 to say

And when I’m gloomy, you simply got to listen to me

Till it’s all talked away

Well, that’s how it goes and Joe

I know you’re getting pretty 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

So, make it one for my baby

And one more for the road

That long, long road