Lee Gillete - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) lyrics

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold With the ways of a gentleman I've been told The kind of fellow that wouldn't even harm a fly But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree Cause, it ain't cause I don't smoke myself And I don't reckon into your health I've smoked them 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's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to d**h) Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hates to make him wait You've gotta have another cigarette In a game of chance the other night Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right The kings and the queens just kept on comin' around I got a full and I bet 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down He'd raise me, I'd raise him I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim He finally called, didn't raise the bet I said "aces full pal, how 'bout you?" He said "I'll tell you in just a minute or two Right now, I just gotta have myself a cigarette" (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to d**h) Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hates to make him wait You've gotta have another cigarette The other night I had me a date With the cutest little gal on East 50 States One 'em high-bred, uptown, fancy little dames She said she loved me and it seemed to me That everything's were like it oughta be So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane She was oh so far from a chunk of ice Our smoochin' party was goin' real nice So help me, Hannah I'm thinking I've been there yet I give her a kiss, a little squeeze She said, "Tex, excuse me please But I just gotta have a filtered cigarette" (Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette) (Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to d**h) Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hates to make him wait You've just gotta have another cigarette