Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette
// Written by Merle Travis and Tex Williams
 
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 cuz 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 any state
 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, "Travis, Excuse me Please 
But I just gotta have a cigarette." 

CHORUS