Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette, artist - Tex Williams.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette |
Now I’m a fella with a heart of gold |
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 |
That guy that invented that cigarette |
I’d murder that son of a gun in the first degree |
Now it ain’t 'cause I don’t smoke myself |
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’s gotta stop while they smoke 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 got to have another cigarette |
In a game of chance the other night |
Old Dame Fortune was doing me right |
The kings and queens just kept on comin' round |
Well, I played 'em hard and I 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, you 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 got to 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 got to have another cigarette |
The other night I had a date |
With the cutest little gal in the 48 states |
A high bred up-town fancy little dame |
She said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were about like they oughta be So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane |
She was oh so far from a cake of ice |
Now our pettin' party was going nice |
So help me Hannah I think I’d’ve been there yet |
But I’d give her a kiss and a little squeeze |
And she said, «Johnny, excuse me please |
But I’ve just got to 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 got to have another cigarette |