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Song: | Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette |
Album: | Big Bad John | Genres: | Country |
Year: | 1999 |
Length: | 168 sec |
Lyrics:
Now, I'm a fellow 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 That guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree Now it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself And I don't reckon they'll injure your health But I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pettin' party or a poker game Everythin's gotta stop while they 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 doin' me right Them kings and queens just kept on comin' 'round Well, I got a full and I bet it high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He just kept on a raisin' and a layin' that money down Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him I sweated blood I had to sink or swim He finally called and then didn't raise the bet I said, 'Aces full pal how about you.' He said, 'I'll tell you in a minute or two 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
Now the other night I had a date With the cutest gal in the fifty states A highbred uptown social little dame She said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were 'bout like they oughta' be And hand in hand we strolled down Lovers' Lane She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice And our smoochin' party was goin' real nice So help me and I think I'd've been there yet But I give her a hug and a little squeeze And she said, 'Jim 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 Y'all c'n keep pickin' if you want to but I'm gonna light one up (cough-cough) Now boy that's real coughin'
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