Karaoké Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) Tex Williams

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold

With the ways 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

That guy that invented the cigarette

I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree

Now that ain't 'cos that I don't smoke myself and I don't reckon they'll injure your health

I've 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's gotta stop while they have that cigarette

Smoke, smoke

Smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now at a game of chance the other night ol' Dame Fortune was doin' me right

The kings and the queens they just kept on comin' 'round

And I got a full and I bet it high but my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He just kept on raisin' and layin' the money down

And he'd raise me and I'd raise him

And I sweated blood

I gotta sink or swim

He finally called and then didn't raise the bet

I said Aces full pal how about you

He said Well I'll tell you in just 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 Saint Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette

The other night

I had a date with he cutest little girl in the forty-eight states

A high bred uptown fancy little dame

Now she said she loved me and it seemed to me that things were just about like they ought to 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' real nice

So help me Hannah

I think I'd have been there yet

I gave her a kiss and a little squeeze

And she said Mmh Tex excuse me please

But I just gotta have another cigarette

Smoke, smoke

Smoke that cigarette

Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette