Lyrics

Travis-Williams Cho: 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've just got to have another cigarette Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told The kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea-- But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree-- Not 'cause I don't smoke myself And I don't reckon they'll harm your health I've smoked all my life and ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pettin' party or a poker game Everything must stop while they smoke that cigarette In a game of chance the other night Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right The Kings and Queens just kept on comin' around-- I played 'em hard and bet 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept on raisin' and layin' the money down He'd raise me and I'd raise him I sweated blood gotta sink or swim He finally called and 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've just got to have a cigarette." The other night I had a date With the cutest little girl in the forty eight states A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame-- She said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were 'bout like they oughta be So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane-- She was oh, so far from a cake of ice Our smoochin' party was a-goin nice So help me Hannah, I think I'd a been there yet-- But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze And she said "Tex excuse me please I've just got to have another cigarette." Well life ain't nothing but a poker game No two hands quite the same But I never saw a winner that didn't bet So if any people tryin' to quit I ain't gonna criticize you one bit Just make mine a Jamaican cigarette