Intro 
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Verse 
F                          Dm 
Smoked lots of cigarettes, filled my lungs up with regret 
Bb                         C 
But I got a second chance, I put down those cancer sticks 
F                                 Dm 
Never should have picked them up, but they say whats done is done 
Bb                         C 
And I'm done with slavery, feeling better everyday 

 

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 Bb               C             Dm 
I said I'd quit a time or two before 
         Bb           C            F 
Then I'd always bum another from a friend 
       Bb                C        Dm 
Because moderation meant just one more 
     Bb           C         F 
So I hope I never smoke one again 

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Verse 
F 
No more holding hands with Death 
Dm 
Had to stop and catch my breathe 
Bb 
No more coughing in the cold 
C 
Stranded on Tobacco Road 
F 
Used to smoke them in the car 
Dm 
When my favorite song came on 
Bb                       C 
With a coffee or a beer, after nearly every meal 
F                            Dm 
Feeling like a hypocrite and making corporations rich 
Bb                             C 
In exchange they make me sick, either way you pay for it 
F                                 Dm 
They sell them to you overpriced, medical bills start to rise 
Bb                             C 
Life's a drag but surely I can find a cheaper way to die 



[Refrão]
Bb             C       Dm 
And I remember fits of nicotine 
        Bb         C                F 
Wishing every cigarette would never end 
       Bb                C              Dm 
But it seems like lately I need room to breathe 
     Bb           C          F 
So I hope I never smoke one again 


Instrumental 
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Verse 
F*                            Dm* 
But when it comes down to it, some folks just don't wanna quit 
Bb*                           C 
And that's their prerogative, I can't tell you how to live 
F                            Dm 
But I hope that you survive, hope I bought myself some time 
Bb                         C 
Hope we make it out alive, or at least 'till 95 
 

[Refrão]
Bb                        C            Dm 
I'm through with throwing half a pack away 
         Bb               C                   F 
Then the next day digging through the garbage can 
       Bb              C               Dm 
Because I'm an addict, what else can I say? 
      Bb           C 
But I hope I never smoke one 
  Bb           C 
I hope I never smoke one 
  Bb           C          F   C F 
I hope I never smoke one again