SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKE! THAT CIGARETTE
Recorded by Tex Williams
Words and music by Merle Travis and Tex Williams
VERSE ONE
Now (A) I'm a fellar with a heart of gold
With the (D7) ways of a gentleman, I've been told
The (A) kind of a fellar that (E7) wouldn't even harm a (A) flea (E7)
But if (A) me and a certain character met
That (D7) guy that invented the cigarette
I'd (A) murder that son-of-a-(E7) gun in the first de-(A) gree.
VERSE
Cause,(A) it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
An' I (D7) don't reckon that they hinder your health
I've (A) smoked 'em all my (E7) life and I ain't dead (A) yet! (E7)
But (A) nicotine slaves are all the same
At a (D7) pettin' party or a poker game
Ev'ry-(A) thing's gotta stop while they (E7) smoke the ciga-(A) rette.
CHORUS
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette.
VERSE
In a(A) game of chance the other night
Old Dame (D7) Fortune was a-doin' me right
the(A) kings and queens just(E) kept on comin' a(A)round (E7)
Then I (A) got a full and I bet it high
But my(D7) bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just(A) keep on raisin' and (E) layin' the money(A) down.
VERSE
Now, (A) he'd raise me - I'd raise him
I (D7)sweated blood - you gotta sink or swim
He(A) finally called (E) didn't raise the(A) bet (E7)
I said, (A) "Aces full, Pal, how 'bout you?"
He said,(D7) "Well, I'll tell you in just a minute or two
But right(A) now, I just gotta(E) have myself a ciga(A)rette."
CHORUS
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette.
CHORUS :AS INSTRUMENTAL
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette.
VERSE
Now, the(A) other night I had me a date
With the(D7) cutest little gal in these fifty states
A (A) highbred, uptown,(E) fancy little(A) dame (E7)
She said she(A) loved me and it seemed to me
That(D7) ev'rything was 'bout like it oughta be
So(A) hand in hand, we(E) strolled down lover's(A) lane.
VERSE
She was,(A) , so far from a chunk of ice
And our(D7) smoochin' party was goin' real nice
So(A) help me, Hanna, I (E)think I'd-a been there(A) yet (E7)
Well, I (A) give her a kiss - a little squeeze
She said,(D7) "Tex, excuse me - please, but
I just (A) gotta have(E) another ciga(A)rette."
CHORUS
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette.
NOTE: Some recordings, after the first chorus change keys
1/2 step up and then again 1/2 step up after each chorus.So
if you begin in A , 1/2 step after chorus would be Bb then
next would be B to end the song.This above chording has kept
in one key.
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