Smoke,Smoke,Smoke That Cigarette:Commander Cody
and His Lost Planet Airmen.
On the charts in 1973. (Tex Wiliiams hit #5 on Billboard
and #1 on C/W charts in 1947.)
#1.
A
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold,
D
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told,
E A
kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea.
A
But if me and a certain character met,
D
the guy that invented the cigarette,
E A
I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree.
#2.
A
It ain't cause I don't smoke 'em myself,
D
and I don't reckon that it'll hinder your health,
E A
I smoked 'em all my life, and I ain't dead yet.
A
But nicotine slaves are all the same,
D
at a pettin' party or a poker game,
E A
everything gotta stop, while they have a cigarette.
CHORUS:
A
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
B E
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death.
E A
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate,
D
that you hate to make him wait,
A E A
but you just gotta have another cigarette.
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#3.
A
In a game of chance the other night,
D
Old Dame Fortune was good and right,
E A
The kings and queens they kept on comin' around.
A
Aw, I was hittin' 'em good and bettin' 'em high,
D
but my bluff didn't work on a certain guy,
E A
he kept callin', and layin' his money down.
A
See, he'd raise me, then I'd raise him,
D
and I'd say to him buddy, ya gotta sink or swim,
E A
he finally called me but didn't raise the bet.
A
Hmmm..I said, Aces Full, pal..I got you!
D
He said, I'll pay up in a minute or two,
E A
but right now, I just gotta have another cigarette.
CHORUS:
A
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
B E
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death.
E A
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate,
D
that you hate to make him wait,
A E A
but you just gotta have another cigarette.
#4.
A
Now the other night I had a date,
D
with the cutest little gal in any state,
E A
a high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame.
A
She said she loved me and it seemd to me,
D
that things were sorta like they oughtta be,
E A
so, hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane.
A
She was a long way from a chunk of ice,
D
and our pettin' party was goin' real nice,
E A
and I got an idea I might have been there, yet.
A
So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze,
D
Then she said, Travis, excuse me please,
E A
but I just gotta have a cigarette.
CHORUS:
A
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
B E
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death.
E A
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate,
D
that you hate to make him wait,
A E A
but you just gotta have another cigarette.
A forties, fifties, sixties, and seventies smash from Kraziekhat.
