Låttexter: Hank Thompson. Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette.

SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKE! THAT CIGARETTE
Writer Merle Travis

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman I've been told Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented that cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree It ain't 'cause I don't smoke 'em myself and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health I 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 Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette CHORUS Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff until 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. In a game of chance the other night Old dame fortune was good and right The kings and queens they kept on comin' around Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept callin' and layin' his money down See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim Finally called me but didn't raise the bet! --Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you! He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette." CHORUS Now the other night I had a date with the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame She said she loved me and it seemd to me That things were sorta like they oughtta be So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane She was a long way from a chunk of ice And our pettin' party was goin' real nice And I got an idea I might have been there yet So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze Then she said, Excuse me Please But I just gotta have a cigarette." CHORUS