Smoke! Smoke! Smoke (That Cigarette) - Ted Weems
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
Well not because I don't smoke myself
I don't reckon they'll harm your health
I've smoked all my life and I'm not dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything's gonna 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
Now in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was doing me right
The kings and queens 'em just kept on comin' round
Then I get fall night better time
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down
Yeah he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood gotta sink or swim
He finally called but he didn't raise the bet
I said aces full pal
How 'bout you
He said well I'm gonna tell you in a minute or two
But right now I just 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 hates to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Now the other night I had a date
With the cutest little gal in the 48 states
A high bred up town fancy little dame
Now she said she loved me
And it seemed to me
That things were about like they oughtta be
So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane
She was oh so far from a cake of ice
Our smoochin' party was going real 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 Tex would you excuse me please
But I just got to have a another cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just got to have another cigarette
