Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette

Now, I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
Now it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll injure your health
But I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop while they have that cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff, and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now at a game of chance the other night
Ol' Dame Fortune was a doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' 'round
Well, I got a full and I bet it high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on a raisin' and a layin' that money down
Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and then didn't raise the bet
I said, "Aces full pal how about you."
He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But I just gotta have another cigarette."

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff, and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now the other night I had a date
With the cutest gal in the fifty states
A highbred uptown social little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were 'bout like they oughta' be
And hand in hand we strolled down Lovers' Lane
She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin' party was goin' real nice
So help me and I think I'd've been there yet
But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
And she said, "Jim excuse me please
But I just gotta have another cigarette."

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff, and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Gotta have another cigarette

Y'all c'n keep pickin' if you want to but I'm gonna light one up
(cough-cough) Now boy that's real coughin'



Credits
Writer(s): Merle Travis, Tex Williams
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