doc watson
smoke, smoke, smoke
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 Everything'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  The other night I had a date with  The cutest gal in the fifty states A high bred uptown social little dame She said she loved me and it seemed to me  That things were like they ought a 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 of 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