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

On June 16, 1947, he reached number # 1 on the country charts, was 16 weeks in the same position, was the first and only number one of the career of Tex Williams.

Song written by Merle Travis & Tex Williams, was recorded for the first time by Tex Williams for the Capitol stamp on March 27, 1947, at Radio Recorders, 7000 Santa Monica Blvd., Hollywood, CA, was accompanied in the session by: (Tex Williams [vcl], Deuce Spriggens [harm vcl], Johnny Weis [ld gt], Eugene “Smokey” Rogers [gt], Paul “Spike” Featherstone [gt], poss Eddie Mitchell [steel], Cliffie Stone [bass fiddle], Muddy Berry [drums], Don Linder / George Wendt [trumpet], Andrew “Cactus” Soldi [fiddle], Rex Call [fiddle], Harry Sims [fiddle], Ossie Godson [piano], Larry “Pedro” DePaul [accordion]). It was launched in May 1947. On June 16, 1947, he reached number # 1 on the country charts, was 16 weeks in the same position, was the first and only number one of the career of Tex Williams.

 

The song was recorded again, on 29 April 1953 Decca Recording Studio, 5505 Melrose Ave., Hollywood, CA, for the Ep, All Time Greats (Decca 1954).

Some Versions:

 

Phil Harris & His Orchestra 1947 (RCA Victor)

Jimmy Dean 1961 (Columbia)

Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Airmen 1973 (Paramount)

Merle Travis 1979 (CMH Records)

Leroy Van Dyke 1982 (Audiograph)

Asleep at the Wheel 1995 (Capitol)

Cousin Harley 2017 (Little Pig Records)

Miquel Batlle
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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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