Текст песни Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette

(Merle Travis - Tex Williams)

Now, I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
A kind of a guy 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 'cause 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 raisin' and a layin' that money down.

Now he'd 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 ace's full pal how about youJimmy Dean - Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jimmy-dean/smoke-smoke-smoke-that-cigarette-lyrics.html
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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Now 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
And 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 me and I think I'd've been there yet
But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
And she said Jim 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.

Gotta have another cigarette
Y'all keep pickin' if you want to but I'm gonna light one up
(Puff-puff) now boy that's real coughin'...