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

Now I’m a fellow with a heart of gold

With the ways of a gentleman I’ve been told

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

But if me and a certain character met

The guy that invented the cigarette

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

'Course, it ain’t cause I don’t smoke myself

And I don’t reckon they hinder your health

I’ve smoked them 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’s gotta stop while they smokes 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

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 bout 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