Tex Ritter - Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette Chords

[Verse]
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Now I'm a fellar with a heart of gold
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With the ways of a gentleman, I've been told
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The kind of a fellar that wouldn't even harm a flea
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But if me and a certain character met
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That guy that invented the cigarette
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I'd murder that son-of-a- gun in the first de- gree.

[Verse]
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Cause, it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
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An' I don't reckon that they hinder your health
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I've smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet!
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But nicotine slaves are all the same
     D7
At a pettin' party or a poker game
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Ev'ry- thing's gotta stop while they smoke the ciga- rette.

[Chorus]
D7                                A
Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga- rette
D7                            B7                E7
Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you smoke yourself to death
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Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
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That you hates to make him wait
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You've just gotta have an- other ciga- rette.

[Verse]
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In a game of chance the other night
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Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right
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the kings and queens just kept on comin' a round
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Then I got a full and I bet it high
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But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
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He just keep on raisin' and layin' the money down.

[Verse]
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Now, he'd raise me - I'd raise him
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I sweated blood - you gotta sink or swim
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He finally called didn't raise the bet
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I said, "Aces full, Pal, how 'bout you?"
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He said, "Well, I'll tell you in just a minute or two
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But right now, I just gotta have myself a ciga rette."

[Chorus]
D7                                A
Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga- rette
D7                            B7                E7
Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you smoke yourself to death
           A
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
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That you hates to make him wait
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You've just gotta have an- other ciga- rette.

[Instrumental]
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D7                                A
Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga- rette
D7                            B7                E7
Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you smoke yourself to death
           A
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
         D7                A
That you hates to make him wait
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You've just gotta have an- other ciga- rette.

[Verse]
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Now, the other night I had me a date
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With the cutest little gal in these fifty states
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A highbred, uptown, fancy little dame
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She said she loved me and it seemed to me
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That ev'rything was 'bout like it oughta be
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So hand in hand, we strolled down lover's lane.

[Verse]
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She was, , so far from a chunk of ice
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And our smoochin' party was goin' real nice
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So help me, Hanna, I think I'd-a been there yet
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Well, I give her a kiss - a little squeeze
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She said, "Tex, excuse me - please, but
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I just gotta have another ciga rette."

[Chorus]
D7                                A
Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that ciga- rette
D7                            B7                E7
Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you smoke yourself to death
           A
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
         D7                A
That you hates to make him wait
                           E7          A
You've just gotta have an- other ciga- rette.