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. 


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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."