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Tex Williams Performs "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)"

"Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)" is a Western swing novelty song written by Merle Travis and Tex Williams,for Williams and his talking blues style of singing. Travis wrote the bulk of the song.The original Williams version went to number one for 16 non-consecutive weeks on the Hot Country Songs chart and became a number one hit in August 1947 and remained at the top of the "Best Sellers in Stores" chart for six weeks.Recorded on March 27, 1947, at Radio Recorders in Hollywood. "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)" was produced by Lee Gillette, and featured Deuce Spriggens, bass fiddle, harmony vocal; Larry "Pedro" DePaul, accordion; Johnny Weis, lead guitar; Cactus Soldi, Rex Call, Harry Sims, fiddler; Ossie Godson, piano; Spike Featherstone, harp; Earl "Joaquin" Murphey, steel guitar; Manny Klein, trumpet; Smokey Rogers, guitar, harmony vocal; Muddy Berry, drums.

Tex Williams - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) Lyrics

 

Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold

With the ways of a gentleman I've been told

The kind of fellow that wouldn't even harm a fly

 

But if me and a certain character met

The guy that invented the cigarette

I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree

 

Cause, it ain't cause I don't smoke myself

And I don't reckon into your health

I've smoked them all my life and I ain't dead yet

 

But nicotine slaves are all the same

At a pettin' party or a poker game

Everything's gotta stop while they smoke the 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 hates to make him wait

You've gotta have another cigarette

 

In a game of chance the other night

Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right

The kings and the queens just kept on comin' around

 

I got a full and I bet 'em high

But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy

He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down

 

He'd raise me, I'd raise him

I sweated blood, you gotta sink or swim

He finally called, didn't raise the bet

 

I said "aces full pal, how 'bout you?"

He said "I'll tell you in just a minute or two

Right now, I just gotta have myself a 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 hates to make him wait

You've gotta have another cigarette

 

The other night I had me a date

With the cutest little gal on East 50 States

One 'em high-bred, uptown, fancy little dames

 

She said she loved me and it seemed to me

That everything's were like it oughta be

So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane

 

She was oh so far from a chunk of ice

Our smoochin' party was goin' real nice

So help me, Hannah I'm thinking I've been there yet

 

I give her a kiss, a little squeeze

She said, "Tex, excuse me please

But I just gotta have a filtered 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 hates to make him wait

You've just gotta have another cigarette


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