Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold with the ways of a
gentleman I've been told
A kind of a fellow that wouldn't even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met that guy that invented the
cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree

That ain't that I don't smoke myself and I don't
reckon they'll injure your health
I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead

yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same at a pheasant party or a
poker game

Everythin's gotta stop when they have that 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


Now at a game of chance the other night ol' Dame Forson
wasn't doin' me right

Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
Well I got a full and I bet it high but my plug didn't work
on a certain guy

He just kept a risin' and a layin' that money down
He's raise me and I'd raise him I sweated blood I had
to sink or swim

He finally called and he didn't raise the bet
I said ace is full pal how about you he said I'll tell you
in a minute or two

But I just gotta have another cigarette
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette...
[ guitar - steel ]

The other night I had a date with the cutest gal in the fifty
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 think I'd've been there yet

But I give her a hug and a little squeeze and she said Willie
excuse me please
But I just gotta have another cigarette

Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette...
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette...
Just gotta have another cigarette