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Jimmy Dean

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette

 

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette


Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a guy 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

It ain't that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll 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 petting party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop while you have that 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 hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now at a game of chance the other night
Ol' Dame Fortune was a doing me right
The kings and queens just kept on coming round
And I got a full and I bettet high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept a rising and laying his money down

He'd raise me and I'd raise him
And I sweated blood you gotta sink or swim
He finally called and he couldn't raise the bet
I said "aces full pal how about you"
He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now I just gotta have another 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 hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now the other night I had me a date
With the cutest little gal in the fifty states
One of them highbred up-town fancy little dames
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were just about like they oughta be
So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane

She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
And our smooching party was a going real nice
So help me Hannah and I think I'd of been there yet
I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said "would you excuse me please
But I just gotta have another 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 hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Gotta have another cigarette

You just gotta have another cigarette

done

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