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Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette - Commander Cody

Misc Unsigned Bands

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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/W 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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