Smoke!smoke!smoke! That Cigarette ukulele

Smoke!smoke!smoke! That Cigarette

• A

VERSE ONE 
 
Now (A) I'm a fellar with a heart of gold 
With the (D7) ways of a gentleman, I've been told 
The (A) kind of a fellar that (E7) wouldn't even harm a (A) flea (E7) 
But if (A) me and a certain character met 
That (D7) guy that invented the cigarette 
I'd (A) murder that son-of-a-(E7) gun in the first de-(A) gree. 
 
VERSE 
 
Cause,(A) it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself 
An' I (D7) don't reckon that they hinder your health 
I've (A) smoked 'em all my (E7) life and I ain't dead (A) yet! (E7)  
But (A) nicotine slaves are all the same 
At a (D7) pettin' party or a poker game 
Ev'ry-(A) thing's gotta stop while they (E7) smoke the ciga-(A) rette. 
 
 
CHORUS 
 
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette 
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death 
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait 
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette. 
 
VERSE 
 
In a(A) game of chance the other night 
Old Dame (D7) Fortune was a-doin' me right 
the(A) kings and queens just(E) kept on comin' a(A)round (E7) 
Then I (A) got a full and I bet it high 
But my(D7) bluff didn't work on a certain guy 
He just(A) keep on raisin' and (E) layin' the money(A) down. 
 
VERSE 
 
Now, (A) he'd raise me - I'd raise him 
I (D7)sweated blood - you gotta sink or swim 
He(A) finally called (E) didn't raise the(A) bet (E7) 
I said, (A) "Aces full, Pal, how 'bout you?" 
He said,(D7)  "Well, I'll tell you in just a minute or two 
But right(A) now, I just gotta(E) have myself a ciga(A)rette." 
 
CHORUS 
 
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette 
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death 
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait 
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette. 
 
CHORUS :AS INSTRUMENTAL 
 
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette 
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death 
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait 
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette. 
 
VERSE 
 
Now, the(A) other night I had me a date 
With the(D7) cutest little gal in these fifty states 
A (A) highbred, uptown,(E) fancy little(A) dame (E7) 
She said she(A) loved me and it seemed to me 
That(D7) ev'rything was 'bout like it oughta be 
So(A) hand in hand, we(E) strolled down lover's(A) lane. 
 
VERSE 
 
She was,(A) , so far from a chunk of ice 
And our(D7) smoochin' party was goin' real nice 
So(A) help me, Hanna, I (E)think I'd-a been there(A) yet (E7) 
Well, I (A) give her a kiss - a little squeeze 
She said,(D7) "Tex, excuse me - please, but  
I just (A) gotta have(E) another ciga(A)rette." 
 
CHORUS 
 
(D7) Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga-(A) rette 
(D7) Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you (B7) smoke yourself to (E7) death 
Tell Saint (A) Peter at the Golden Gate 
That you (D7) hates to make him (A) wait 
You've just gotta have an-(E7) other ciga-(A) rette. 
 
 
 
NOTE: Some recordings, after the first chorus change keys  
1/2 step up and then again 1/2 step up after each chorus.So 
if you begin in A , 1/2 step after chorus would be Bb then  
next would be B to end the song.This above chording has kept  
in one key.  

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