Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! [Live]

Lyrics

I'm a guy with a heart of gold Ways of a gentleman, I've been told Kind of a guy who would never harm a flea If me and a certain character met Man who invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree It ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself I don't reckon it'll hurt my health I been smokin' 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet But them nicotine slaves are all the same At a pettin' party or a poker game Everything's gotta stop while they smoke that cigarette Boys? (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death) Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh) Oh Lord, you hate to make him wait (Ahhhh) You've gotta have another cigarette Cigarette smokin' music At a game of chance the other night Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right Kings and queens kept on comin' 'round I played 'em low, I bet 'em high My bluff didn't work on a certain guy Kept on bettin' and layin' his money down He'd raise me, I'd raise him I sweated blood, y'gotta sink or swim He finally called, and then didn't raise the bet I said, Aces full, pal, how 'bout you? He said, I'll tell you in a minute or two Right now, I gotta light up, that's right, a nasty cigarette (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death) Well, tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh) Oh Lord, you hate to make him wait (Ahhhh) You've gotta have another cigarette "Instrumental refrain" The other night I had a date With the fanciest lady in the United States She was actually from Hollywood, California She said she loved me and it seemed to me Things goin' the way they supposed to be Hand-in-hand, strollin' Sunset Boulevard She was oh-so far from a cake of ice Our petting party was goin' nice So help me Clive Davis, I'd-a been there yet But I gave her a hug and I gave her a squeeze And she said, Cody, excuse me, please But I only get off on-a hundred-millimeter cigarettes (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death) Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh) Oh Lord, y'hate to make him wait (Ahhhh) You gotta have another cigarette Now y'all didn't know that this was a message tune But it is Life ain't nothin' but a poker game No two hands are quite the same And I never saw a winner that didn't bet So if any you fools are tryna quit Ain't gonna criticize you a bit I'd like to try some Jamaican cigarettes, that's right (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death) Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh) Lord, you hate to make him wait (Ahhhh) You gotta have that one more cigarette I'm talkin' about the last, the final, the ultimate Cigarette [A choking cough sound]