Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) - Tex Williams

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

Cause it ain't cause I don't smoke myself

And I don't reckon into your health

I smoked them all my life and I am not dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same

At a petting party or a poker game

Everything's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette

Puff puff puff until you smoke yourself to death

Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate

That you hates to make him wait

You've gotta have another cigarette

In a game of chance the other night

Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right

The kings and the queens just kept on comin' around

I got a full and I bet 'em high

But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down

He'd raise me I'd raise him

I sweated blood you gotta sink or swim

He finally called didn't raise the bet

I said "aces full pal how 'bout you "

He said "I'll tell you in just a minute or two

Right now I just gotta have myself a 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 hates to make him wait

You've gotta have another cigarette

The other night I had me a date

With the cutest little gal on East 50 States

One 'em high-bred uptown fancy little dames

She said she loved me and it seemed to me

That everything's were like it oughta be

So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane

She was oh so far from a chunk of ice

Our smoochin' party was goin' real nice

So help me Hannah I'm thinking I've been there yet

I give her a kiss a little squeeze

She said "Tex excuse me please

But I just gotta have a filtered 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 hates to make him wait

You've just gotta have another cigarette