Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette

SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKE! THAT CIGARETTE

Writer Merle Travis



Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold And the ways

of a gentleman I've been told Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't

even harm a flea But if me and a certain character

met The guy that invented that cigarette I'd murder

that son-of-a gun in the first degree It ain't 'cause

I don't smoke 'em myself and i don't reckon that it'll

hinder your health I 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 Everything gotta stop

while they have a cigarette CHORUS Smoke,

smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff,

puff, puff until 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.

In a game of chance the other night Old dame fortune

was good and right The kings and queens they kept on

comin' around Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin'

'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He kept callin' and layin' his money down See,

he'd raise me then I'd raise him and I'd say to him

buddy ya gotta sink or swim Finally called me but didn't

raise the bet! --Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got

you! He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two But right

now, i just gotta have another cigarette.

" CHORUS Now the other night I had a date with the

cutest little gal in the forty-eight states A high-bred,

uptown, fancy little dame She said she loved me and

it seemd to me That things were sorta like they oughtta

be So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane She

was a long way from a chunk of ice And our pettin'

party was goin' real nice And I got an idea I might

have been there yet So I give her a kiss and a little

squeeze Then she said, Excuse me Please But I just

gotta have a cigarette." CHORUS