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Smoke!smoke!smoke! That Cigarette

Tex Ritter

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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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