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.

[Verse 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.

[Verse 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.

[Verse 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.