Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette  Covered by Phil Harris
Words and music by Merle Travis and Tex Williams

This is a classic, covered by Phil Harris,Commander Cody, 
New Riders of the Purple Sage and even 
Asleep at the Wheel do great versions, too.


     A
Now  I'm a fellar with a heart of gold
          D7
With the ways of a gentleman, I've been told
    A                     E7                   A        E7
The kind of a fellar that wouldn't even harm a flea 
        A
But if me and a certain character met
     D7
That guy that invented the cigarette
      A                   E7                 A
I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree.


A
Now, it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
        D7
An' I don't reckon that they hinder your health
D7     A                  E7                 A     E7
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet!  
       A
But nicotine slaves are all the same
       D7
At a pettin' party or a poker game
       A                              E7             A
Ev'ry-thing's gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette.



CHORUS
D7                              A
Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that cigarette
D7                               B7                E – E7
Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it ‘till you smoke yourself to death
D7         A   
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
A7         D7                 A
That you hates to make him wait
A                        E – E7       A 
You've just gotta have another cigarette.

Verse
In a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right
Man, the kings and queens just kept on comin' around
Then I got a full and I bet it high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just keep on raisin' and layin' the money down.

Now, 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, "Well, I'll tell you in just a minute or two
But right now, I just gotta have myself a cigarette."

CHORUS

Verse
Now, the other night I had me a date
With the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states
A highbred, uptown, fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That ev'rything was 'bout like it oughta be
So hand in hand, we strolled down lover's lane.

She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin' party was goin' real nice
So help me, Hanna, I think I'd-a been there yet
Well, I give her a kiss - a little squeeze
She said, "Tex, excuse me - please, but 
I just gotta have another cigarette."