Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)

I'm a guy with a heart of gold The ways of a gentleman I've been told The kind of guy who'd never harm a flea Me and a certain character met Man who invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in first degree It ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself And I don't figure it'll ruin my health I've been smoking 'em all my life, ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same And pettin', party or a poker game Every thing's gotta stop while I smoke that cigarette Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate Lord, you hate to make him wait You gotta have another cigarette Game of chance, the other night Old dame fortune was doing me right The Kings and Queens kept on coming round Now I drew a full, abetted high My bluff didn't work on a certain guy Kept on betting, layin' his money down He'd raise me and I'd raise him Sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim Finally called, then didn't raise the bet I said, "Aces full, pal, how 'bout you?" He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two" Right now I'm gonna light up another cigarette Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate Oh, Lord, you hate to make him wait You gotta have another cigarette The other night, I had a date With the cutest girl in the forty-eight states Regular fancy kinda dame Said she loved me, seemed to me Things going the way it is supposed to be Hand in hand, we was strolling down Lover's Lane She's, oh, so far from a keg of ice Our pettin' party was going nice So help me, Hannah, I haven't been there yet But I gave her a hug, gave her a squeeze She said, "Cody, excuse me please But could I palm one of your cigarettes?" Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate Now Lord, hate to make him wait But you gotta have one more cigarette Life ain't nothing but a poker game No two hands quite the same But I never saw a winner that didn't bet So if any people tryin' to quit I ain't gonna criticize you one bit I'm gonna change my kind of cigarette Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you puff yourself to death Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate Lord you hate it to make him wait But you gotta have one more cigarette