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 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, \"Travis, Excuse me Please But I just gotta have a cigarette.\"