Smoke, Smoke, Smoke (that Cigarette) Lyrics & Chords By Texas Lightning

I'm a guy with a heart of gold
With the reasons of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
The man that invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
That ain't that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon they'll injure your health
But I'm smoking for 25 years and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pheasant party or a poker game
Everythin's gotta stop when they have that cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you puff yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
You just gotta have another cigarette
Now at a game of chance the other night
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
But I played thr rule and I bet it high
But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept a risin' and a layin' that money down
Well he's raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and he didn't raise the bet
I said "aces is full pal how about you?"
He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two
Right now I just gotta have another of my 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
[ guitar - steel ]
The other night I had a date with
The cutest gal in the fiftfirst states
A highbred uptown social little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were 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 smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
So help and I'd've been there yet
But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
And she said
"Johnny excuse me please
Right now I gotta have a lot of your cigarettes"
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
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you puff yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
(spoken:)
You gotta smoke!