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

Now I’m a fella with a heart of gold

The ways of a gentleman I’ve been told

The kind of a guy that wouldn’t even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met

That guy that invented that cigarette

I’d murder that son of a gun in the first degree

Now it ain’t 'cause I don’t smoke myself

I don’t reckon they’ll harm your health

I’ve smoked all my life and ain’t dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same

At a pettin' party or a poker game

Everything’s gotta stop while they smoke a cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait

But you got to have another cigarette

In a game of chance the other night

Old Dame Fortune was doing me right

The kings and queens just kept on comin' round

Well, I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high

But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy

He kept on raisin' and layin' the money down

He’d raise me, and I’d raise him

I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim

He finally called, and then didn’t raise the bet

I said, «Aces full, pal how 'bout you?»

He said, «I'll tell you in a minute or two

Right now I got to have a cigarette»

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait

But you got to have another cigarette

The other night I had a date

With the cutest little gal in the 48 states

A high bred up-town fancy little dame

She said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were about like they oughta be So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane

She was oh so far from a cake of ice

Now our pettin' party was going nice

So help me Hannah I think I’d’ve been there yet

But I’d give her a kiss and a little squeeze

And she said, «Johnny, excuse me please

But I’ve just got to have another cigarette»

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait

But you got to have another cigarette