| Now I’m a fella with a heart of gold
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| The ways of a gentleman I’ve been told
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| The kind of a guy that wouldn’t even harm a flea
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| But if me and a certain character met
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| That guy that invented that cigarette
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| I’d murder that son of a gun in the first degree
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| Now it ain’t 'cause I don’t smoke myself
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| I don’t reckon they’ll harm your health
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| I’ve smoked all my life and ain’t dead yet
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| But nicotine slaves are all the same
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| At a pettin' party or a poker game
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| Everything’s gotta stop while they smoke a cigarette
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| Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
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| Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
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| Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait
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| But you got to have another cigarette
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| In a game of chance the other night
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| Old Dame Fortune was doing me right
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| The kings and queens just kept on comin' round
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| Well, I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high
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| But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy
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| He kept on raisin' and layin' the money down
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| He’d raise me, and I’d raise him
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| I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim
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| He finally called, and then didn’t raise the bet
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| I said, «Aces full, pal how 'bout you?»
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| He said, «I'll tell you in a minute or two
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| Right now I got to have a cigarette»
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| Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
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| Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
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| Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait
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| But you got to have another cigarette
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| The other night I had a date
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| With the cutest little gal in the 48 states
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| A high bred up-town fancy little dame
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| 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
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| She was oh so far from a cake of ice
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| Now our pettin' party was going nice
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| So help me Hannah I think I’d’ve been there yet
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| But I’d give her a kiss and a little squeeze
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| And she said, «Johnny, excuse me please
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| But I’ve just got to have another cigarette»
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| Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
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| Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
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| Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate that you hate to make him wait
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| But you got to have another cigarette |