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de Merle Travis

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette!
Puff, Puff, Puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just got to have another cigarette.

Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold,
And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told,
The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met,
The guy that invented the cigarette,
I'd murder that sun of a gun in the first degree
Not 'cause I don't smoke myself,
And I don't reckon they'll harm your health
I've smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same,
At a pettin' party or a poker game,
Everything must stop while they smoke that cigarette.

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette!
Puff, Puff, Puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just got to have another cigarette.

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 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."

Somke! Smoke! Smoke that cigarette!
Puff, Puff, Puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just got to have another cigarette.

The other night I had a date
With the cutest girl in the forty eight states
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame
She said she love me and it seemed to me
That things were 'bou

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