Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette

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Now I'm a fellow with a heart of 
gold,
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And the ways of a gentleman I've 
been told,
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kind of a guy that wouldn't even 
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harm a flea.
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But if me and a certain character 
met,
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the guy that invented the cigarette,
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I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the
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 first degree.

[Verse 2]
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It ain't cause I don't smoke 'em 
myself,
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and I don't reckon that it'll hinder
 your health,
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I smoked 'em all my life, and I 
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ain't dead yet.
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But nicotine slaves are all the 
same,
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at a pettin' party or a poker game,
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everything gotta stop, while they 
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have a cigarette.

[Chorus]
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Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
                           B    
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke 
             E
yourself to death.
E        A
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate,
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that you hate to make him wait,
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but you just gotta have another 
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cigarette.

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[Verse 3]
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In a game of chance the other night,
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Old Dame Fortune was good and right,
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The kings and queens they kept on 
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comin' around.
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Aw, I was hittin' 'em good and 
bettin' 'em high,
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but my bluff didn't work on a 
certain guy,
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he kept callin', and layin' his 
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money down.
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See, he'd raise me, then I'd raise 
him,
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and I'd say to him buddy, ya gotta 
sink or swim,
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he finally called me but didn't 
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raise the bet.
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Hmmm..I said, Aces Full, pal..I got 
you!
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He said, I'll pay up in a minute or 
two,
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but right now, I just gotta have 
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another cigarette.

[Chorus]
A
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
                           B    
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke 
             E
yourself to death.
E        A
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate,
         D
that you hate to make him wait,
             A            E   
but you just gotta have another 
       A
cigarette.

[Verse 4]
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Now the other night I had a date,
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with the cutest little gal in any 
state,
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a high-bred, uptown, fancy little 
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dame.
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She said she loved me and it seemd 
to me,
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that things were sorta like they 
oughtta be,
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so, hand in hand we strolled down 
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lovers lane.
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She was a long way from a chunk of 
ice,
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and our pettin' party was goin' real
 nice,
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and I got an idea I might have been
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 there, yet.
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So I give her a kiss and a little 
squeeze,
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Then she said, Travis, excuse me 
please,
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but I just gotta have a cigarette.

[Chorus]
A
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
                           B    
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke 
             E
yourself to death.
E        A
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate,
         D
that you hate to make him wait,
             A            E   
but you just gotta have another 
       A
cigarette.