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Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette - Tex Williams
Written by：Travis/Williams
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a
Gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow 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
That ain't that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon
They'll injure your health
I've smoked them all
My life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop
When 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 forson wasn't
Doing me right
Them kings and queens
Just kept on coming round
Well I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept a rising and
A laying that money down
He's raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and
He didn't raise the bet
I said aces is 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
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 like they oughta be
So hand in hand we
Strolled down lover's lane
She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin'
Party was a goin' real nice
So help and I think I'd've been there yet
But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
And she said Willie 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