title: Smoke, Smoke, Smoke (That Cigarette)
key: Country
harp type: Chromatic
genre: F
skill: Any

by: Merle Travis & Tex Williams
Willie Nelson, Commander Cody
Key: F
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Now I’m a fel-ler with a heart of gold,
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And the ways of a gen-tle-man,
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I’ve been told,
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The kind of a guy that
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Would-n’t ev-en harm a flea
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But if me and a cer-tain char-ac-ter met,
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The guy that in-vent-ed the cig-a-rette,
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I’d mur-der that son of a gun
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in the first de-gree
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Not ’cause I don’t smoke my-self,
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And I don’t reck-on they’ll harm your health
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I’ve smoked all my life and ain’t dead yet
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But nic-o-tine slaves are all the same,
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At a pet-tin’ par-ty or a pok-er game,
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Ev-`ry-thing must stop
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while they smoke that cig-a-rette.
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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that cig-a-rette!
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Puff, Puff, Puff
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and if you smoke your-self to death
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Tell Saint Pe-ter at the Gold-en Gate
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That you hate to make him wait
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But you’ve just got to have
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An-oth-er cig-a-rette.
In a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin’ me right,
The Kings and Queens just kept on comin’ around–
I played ’em hard and bet ’em high,
But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy,
He kept on raisin’ and layin’ the money down
He’d raise me and I’d raise him,
I sweated blood gotta sink or swim,
He finally called and didn’t raise the bet–
I said “Aces full, pal,–how ’bout you?”
He said “I’ll tell you in a minute or two,
Right now I’ve just got to have a cigarette.”
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The other night I had a date
With the cutest little girl in the forty eight states
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame–
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were ’bout like they oughta be,
So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane–
She was oh, so far from a cake of ice,
Our smoochin’ party was a-goin nice,
So help me Hannah, I think I’d a been there yet–
But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said “Tex excuse me please,
I’ve just got to have another cigarette.”
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