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Artist:

Tex Williams

 

Song Title:

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)

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Rank:

1   

Year:

1947  

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Comments:

 And this was before the government made those decisions for you
  

Lyrics:

 ^ Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold, and the ways of a gentleman I've been told
The kind of a fellar 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

Now it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself, and I don't reckon that it'll hinder your health
Smoked 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 smoke 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
You just gotta have another cigarette

Now in a game of chance the other night, old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right
The kings and the queens just kept on comin' round
And I got a full and I bet 'em high, but my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin' and layin' the money down

Well he raised me and I'd raise him, sweated blood, gotta sink or swim
He finally called and didn't even raise the bet
I said, "Aces full Pops how 'bout you", he said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now, I just gotta have a 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
You just gotta have another cigarette

Now the other night I had me a date with the cutest gal in the forty-eight states
What a high-bred, uptown, fancy little thing
Now she loved me and it seemed to me, that everything were 'bout 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 goin' nice
So help me Hanna I believe I'd be there yet
But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze, and she said, "ah, Tex, excuse me please
I just gotta have me 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
You just gotta have another cigarette
 
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