Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! 1947

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 29 Jan 2009
2009

Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold
and the ways of a gentleman,
I've been told,
the kind of a guy
that wouldn't even harm a flea.
But I can't wait till
I have met the guy
that invented the cigarette,
I'll finish that sonofagun
believe you me,
not 'cause I don't smoke myself
and I don't reckon they harm your health,
I've smoked all my life
and I ain't dead yet.
But nicotine slaves are all the same
at a party or a poker game
ev'rything must stop
while they smoke that cigarette.

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and tho'
you smoke yourself to death,
you can tell 'em at The Golden Gate
that you hate to make 'em wait,
but you've just got to have
another cigarette.

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and tho'
you smoke yourself to death,
you can tell 'em at The Golden Gate
that you hate to make 'em wait,
but you've just got to have
another cigarette.

In a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a treatin' me right,
The Kings and Queens just kept on comin' around.
I played 'em hard and I 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 even raise the bet,
I said: "Aces full, now how 'bout you?"
He said: "I'll tell you in a minute or two,
right now I've just got to have another cigarette.

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and tho'
you smoke yourself to death,
you can tell 'em at The Golden Gate
that you hate to make 'em wait,
but you've just got to have
another cigarette.

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and tho'
you smoke yourself to death,
you can tell 'em at The Golden Gate
that you hate to make 'em wait,
but you've just got to have
another cigarette.

The other night I had a date
with the cutest gal
she was simply great,
a high bred, pretty fancy little dame,
She said she loved me
and it seemed to me
that things were 'bout like they ought to be
so hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane.
I kissed her once
I kissed her twice
Our pettin' party was a goin' nice,
I'm telling you
I think we might a been there yet,
But I gave her a hug
and a little squeeze
then she said:
"Honey, excuse me please,
I've just got to have another cigarette."

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and tho'
you smoke yourself to death,
you can tell 'em at The Golden Gate
that you hate to make 'em wait,
but you've just got to have
another cigarette.

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette,
Puff, puff, puff and tho'
you smoke yourself to death,
you can tell 'em at The Golden Gate
that you hate to make 'em wait,
but you've just got to have
another cigarette.

Soft karaoke
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Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! 1947
by Merle Travis & Tex Williams
© MCMXLVII by American Music Inc. - Hollywood, Ca
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 29 January 2009 at 16.58
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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