tL’s phOTOGRAPH_oF_tHE_dAY #1665 - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
Puff, Puff, Puff & 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.
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette.
The other night I had a date
with the cutest little girl in the United States.
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame.
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.
And our smoochin' party was goin' nice.
So help me cats I believe I'd be there yet.
But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze.
And she said, "ah, Teddy, excuse me please.
I just gotta have me another, cigarette".
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette.
Now in a game of chance the other night.
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right.
The kings and the queens just kept on comin' round.
And I got a full and I bet 'em high.
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy.
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down.
Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him.
I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim.
He finally called and didn't even raise the bet.
So I said "Aces full Pops, how 'bout you?"
He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two.
But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette"
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette.
Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold.
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told
The kind of 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.
It ain't cuz I don't smoke myself.
And I don't reckon that it'll harm your health.
Smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet.
But nicotine slaves are all the same.
At a pettin' party or a poker game.
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette.
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette.
lyrics by Merle Travis; a Western swing novelty song sung by Tex Williams which reached #1 on the song charts in 1947.
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