Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette

Michael Nesmith & The First National Band - Country, Rock
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette
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Duration: 3:49
Lyrics
Now, I'm a fella with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told I'm 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 Oh, it's not because I don't smoke myself Although I'm pretty sure that they'll harm your health But I've smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet It's just that smoking slaves are all the same At a bettin' party or a poker game Everything's gotta stop while they have a cigarette Whoa, smoke, smoke, that cigarette Yeah, puff, puff, puff and if 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 Well, in a game of chance just the other night Old Dame Fortune was-a treating me right 'Cause the kings and the queens just, uh, kept on comin' around So I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept on raising and laying his money down Yeah, he'd raise me and then I'd raise him Oh, I sweated blood, I had to sink or swim He finally called and didn't raise a bet So I said, "Aces full, pal, how 'bout you?" He said, "Well, I'll tell you in a minute or two But just right now, I think I'll have a cigarette" Whoa, smoke, smoke, that cigarette Yeah, puff, puff, puff and if 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 Yeah, smoke, smoke, that cigarette Oh, puff, puff, puff and if 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 Yes you just gotta have another cigarette Give me a hit, son
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Credits
- Writers
- Merle Travis
- Tex Williams