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The Last Cigarette - Elis Country Soul
The smoke is curling upward
In a long and silver line
I'm thinking about the days
When the whole world was mine
I watch the cherry glowing
In the darkness of the room
The only bit of fire in this heavy, quiet gloom
The piano is playing
A soft and steady jazz refrain
To wash away the memory of the struggle and the pain
One last breath of fire before the embers turn to ash
Watching my whole history disappear in a flash
I've burned through the years
Like I've burned through the tobacco
Leaving nothing but the smell
Of a long lost echo
The saxophone is smooth
A velvet kind of grace
Smoothing out the wrinkles on a tired man's face
It's the last cigarette
The final bit of smoke
Thinking about the promises that finally and cruelly broke
The ash is falling down like the snow upon the ground
In the middle of the night without a single soul around
It's the last cigarette
The final bit of smoke
Thinking about the promises that finally and cruelly broke
The ash is falling down like the snow upon the ground
In the middle of the night without a single soul around
