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(Merle Travis - 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 guy 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.



That ain`t `cause 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 pheasant party or a poker game

Everythin`s gotta stop when they have 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

But you just gotta have another cigarette.



Now at a game of chance the other night

Ol` Dame Forson wasn`t doin` me right

Them kings and queens just kept on comin` `round

Well, I got a full and I bet it high

But my plug didn`t work on a certain guy

He just kept a raisin` and a layin` that money down.



Now he`d raise me and I`d raise him

I sweated blood I had to sink or swim

He finally called and he didn`t raise the bet

I said ace`s full pal how about you

He said, "I`ll tell you in a minute or two

But I just gotta have 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

But you just gotta have another cigarette.



--- Instrumental ---



Now the other night I had a date

With the cutest gal in the fifty states

A highbred uptown social little dame

She said she loved me and it seemed to me

That things were like they oughta be

And hand in hand we strolled down Lover`s Lane.



She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice

And our smoochin` party was a goin` real nice

So help me and I think I`d`ve been there yet

But I give her a hug and a little squeeze

And she said Jim 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 St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette.



Gotta have another cigarette

Y`all keep pickin` if you want to but I`m gonna light one up

(Puff-puff) now boy that`s real coughin`...

(Merle Travis - 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 guy 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.



That ain`t `cause 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 pheasant party or a poker game

Everythin`s gotta stop when they have 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

But you just gotta have another cigarette.



Now at a game of chance the other night

Ol` Dame Forson wasn`t doin` me right

Them kings and queens just kept on comin` `round

Well, I got a full and I bet it high

But my plug didn`t work on a certain guy

He just kept a raisin` and a layin` that money down.



Now he`d raise me and I`d raise him

I sweated blood I had to sink or swim

He finally called and he didn`t raise the bet

I said ace`s full pal how about you

He said, "I`ll tell you in a minute or two

But I just gotta have 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

But you just gotta have another cigarette.



--- Instrumental ---



Now the other night I had a date

With the cutest gal in the fifty states

A highbred uptown social little dame

She said she loved me and it seemed to me

That things were like they oughta be

And hand in hand we strolled down Lover`s Lane.



She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice

And our smoochin` party was a goin` real nice

So help me and I think I`d`ve been there yet

But I give her a hug and a little squeeze

And she said Jim 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 St. Peter at the Golden Gate that you hate to make him wait

But you just gotta have another cigarette.



Gotta have another cigarette

Y`all keep pickin` if you want to but I`m gonna light one up

(Puff-puff) now boy that`s real coughin`...

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