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Boxcar Willie - Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette Lyrics

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold With the ways of a gentleman I've been told A kind of a fellow 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 that 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 risin' and a layin' that money down He's 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 "aces is 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

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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 So 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 and I think I'd've been there yet But I give her a hug and a little squeeze And she said "Willie 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 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 Just gotta have another cigarette