Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!(That Cigarette) 
                     
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold 
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told 
Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea 
                     
But if me and a certain character met 
The guy that invented that cigarette 
I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree 
                     
It ain't cuz I don't smoke 'em myself 
and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health 
I smoked 'em 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 
                     
CHORUS
                     
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette 
Puff, puff, puff until 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. 
                     
In a game of chance the other night 
Old dame fortune was good and right 
The kings and queens they kept on comin' around 
                     
Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high 
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy 
He kept callin' and layin' his money down 
                     
See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him 
and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim 
Finally called me but didn't raise the bet! 
                     
--Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you! 
He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two 
But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette." 
                     
CHORUS
                     
Now the other night I had a date 
with the cutest little gal in any state 
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame 
                     
She said she loved me and it seemd to me 
That things were sorta like they oughtta be 
So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane 
                     
She was a long way from a chunk of ice 
And our pettin' party was goin' real nice 
And I got an idea I might have been there yet 
                     
So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze 
Then she said, "Travis, Excuse me Please 
But I just gotta have a cigarette." 
                     
CHORUS

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