Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette chords

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette

• C

Smoke,Smoke,Smoke That Cigarette:Commander Cody 
and His Lost Planet Airmen. 
On the charts in 1973. (Tex Wiliiams hit #5 on Billboard 
and #1 on C charts in 1947.) 

#1. 
A 
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold, 
        D       
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told, 
E                                       A 
kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea. 
A 
But if me and a certain character met, 
    D 
the guy that invented the cigarette, 
    E                                       A 
I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree. 

#2. 
A 
It ain't cause I don't smoke 'em myself, 
      D 
and I don't reckon that it'll hinder your health, 
  E                                        A 
I smoked 'em all my life, and I ain't dead yet. 
A 
But nicotine slaves are all the same, 
     D 
at a pettin' party or a poker game, 
E                                             A 
everything gotta stop, while they have a cigarette. 

Chorus: 
A 
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. 
                           B                 E 
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death. 
E        A 
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate, 
         D 
that you hate to make him wait, 
             A            E          A 
but you just gotta have another cigarette. 

#3. 
A 
In a game of chance the other night, 
D 
Old Dame Fortune was good and right, 
    E                                     A 
The kings and queens they kept on comin' around. 
A 
Aw, I was hittin' 'em good and bettin' 'em high, 
       D 
but my bluff didn't work on a certain guy, 
        E                             A 
he kept callin', and layin' his money down. 
A 
See, he'd raise me, then I'd raise him, 
    D 
and I'd say to him buddy, ya gotta sink or swim, 
   E                                      A 
he finally called me but didn't raise the bet. 
A 
Hmmm..I said, Aces Full, pal..I got you! 
         D 
He said, I'll pay up in a minute or two, 
    E                                         A 
but right now, I just gotta have another cigarette. 

Chorus: 
A 
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. 
                           B                 E 
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death. 
E        A 
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate, 
         D 
that you hate to make him wait, 
             A            E          A 
but you just gotta have another cigarette. 

#4. 
A 
Now the other night I had a date, 
         D 
with the cutest little gal in any state, 
       E                          A 
a high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame. 
A 
She said she loved me and it seemd to me, 
     D 
that things were sorta like they oughtta be, 
    E                                    A 
so, hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane. 
A 
She was a long way from a chunk of ice, 
        D 
and our pettin' party was goin' real nice, 
      E                                    A 
and I got an idea I might have been there, yet. 
A 
So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze, 
               D 
Then she said, Travis, excuse me please, 
    E                       A 
but I just gotta have a cigarette. 

Chorus: 
A 
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. 
                           B                 E 
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death. 
E        A 
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate, 
         D 
that you hate to make him wait, 
             A            E          A 
but you just gotta have another cigarette. 


A forties, fifties, sixties, and seventies smash from Kraziekhat.  

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