Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! Lyrics

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
and the ways of a gentleman, I've been told
The kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met,
that guy that invented the cigarette
Well, I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree

Now it ain't cause that I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon that they hinder your health
You know, I been smoking all of my life
and I ain't dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a petting party or a poker game
Everything's got to stop while they have that cigarette

Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette
Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you just hate to make him wait
but you've got to have another cigarette

(Give the accordion player a cigarette, would you?)

Now in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was doing me right
You know those kings and queens
they just kept on a coming around

And I got a full and I bet it high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raising and a laying that money down

Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, I got to sink or swim
And we finally called and then he didn't raise the bet
Asleep At The Wheel - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! - http://motolyrics.com/asleep-at-the-wheel/smoke-smoke-smoke-lyrics.html
I said aces full pal, how about you?
He said I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now I got to have a cigarette

Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette
Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you just hate to make him wait
but you've got to have another cigarette

(Oh, give me a cigar. Yeah, good, thank you.)

The other night, I had a date
with the cutest little gal in all the States
A high-bred, up town, fancy little dame

Now she said she loved me and it seemed to me
that things were just like they ought to be
so hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane

She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
And our smooching party was a going real 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 well Ray excuse me please
But I just got to have another cigarette

Smoke Smoke Smoke that cigarette
Puff Puff Puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
that you just hate to make him wait
but you've got to have another cigarette

You've got to have another cigarette

(I got to have another cigarette before I go back in there and sing this
song)