Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold
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With the ways of a gentleman I've been told
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A kind of a fellow 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 degree
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That ain't that I don't smoke myself
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And I don't reckon they'll injure 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
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At a pheasant party or a poker game
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Everythin's gotta stop when they have that cigarette
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Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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Puff puff puff
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And if you smoke yourself to death
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Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
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That you hate to make him wait
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But you just gotta have another cigarette
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Now at a game of chance the other night
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Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
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Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
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Well I got a full and I bet it high
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But my plug didn't work on a certain guy
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He just kept a risin' and a layin' that money down
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He's raise me and I'd raise him
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I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
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He finally called and he didn't raise the bet
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I said "aces is full pal how about you?"
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He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two
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But I just gotta have another cigarette"
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Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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Puff puff puff
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And if you smoke yourself to death
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Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
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That you hate to make him wait
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But you just gotta have another cigarette
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[guitar - steel]
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The other night I had a date with
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The cutest gal in the fifty states
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A highbred uptown social little dame
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She said she loved me and it seemed to me
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That things were like they oughta be
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So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane
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She was oh so far from a chunk of ice
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And our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice
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So help and I think I'd've been there yet
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But I give her a hug and a little squeeze
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And she said "Willie excuse me please
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But I just gotta have another cigarette"
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Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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Puff puff puff
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And if you smoke yourself to death
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Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
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That you hate to make him wait
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But you just gotta have another cigarette
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Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
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Puff puff puff
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And if you smoke yourself to death
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Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
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That you hate to make him wait
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But you just gotta have another cigarette
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Just gotta have another cigarette
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Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
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| Willie Nelson |
