I'm a guy with a heart of gold 
With the reasons of a gentleman I've been told 
Texas A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea 
Lightning But if me and a certain character met 
The man that invented the cigarette 
Smoke I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree 
That 
That ain't that I don't smoke myself 
And I don't reckon they'll injure your health 
Cigarette But I'm smoking for 25 years and I ain't dead 
yet 
But nicotine slaves are all the same 
At a pheasant party or a poker game 
Songtext Everythin's gotta stop when 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 
Lyric That you hate to make him wait 
You just gotta have another cigarette 

Now at a game of chance the other night 
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right 
Liedertext Them kings and queens just kept on comin' 
round 
But I played thr rule and I bet it high 
Alle But my plug didn't work on a certain guy 
He just kept a risin' and a layin' that money down 
Texas Well he's raise me and I'd raise him 
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim 
Lightning He finally called and he didn't raise the bet 
I said "aces is full pal how about you?" 
That Right now I just gotta have another of my 
cigarette" 
Cigarette 
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette 
Puff puff puff 
And if you smoke yourself to death 
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you hate to make him wait 
But you just gotta have another cigarette 

[ guitar - steel ] 

The other night I had a date with 
Lyrics The cutest gal in the fiftfirst states 
A highbred uptown social little dame 
She said she loved me and it seemed to me 
That things were like they 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 a goin' real nice 
So help and I'd've been there yet 
Alle But I give her a hug and a little squeeze 
And she said 
Texas "Johnny excuse me please 
Right now I gotta have a lot of your cigarettes" 
Lightning 
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette 
Puff puff puff 
And if you smoke yourself to death 
Smoke Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you hate to make him wait 
That But you just gotta have another cigarette 

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette 
Cigarette Puff puff puff 
And if you puff yourself to death 
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you hate to make him wait 
But you just gotta have another cigarette