One for my baby (And one more for the road) lyrics
by Lena Horne



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
You oughta know.
We're drinkin', 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 feel kinda bad, wish you'd make the music
Pretty and sad.
Could tell you a lot, but it's not in the gentleman'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 anxious to close;
So, thanks for the cheer,
I hope you didn't mind my bendin' 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.