Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!(That Cigarette)
    Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold 
    And the ways of a gentleman I've been told 
    Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
    But if me and a certain character met 
    The guy that invented that cigarette 
    I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree
    It ain't cuz I don't smoke 'em myself 
    and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health 
    I smoked 'em 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 gotta stop while they have a cigarette
    CHORUS
    Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette 
    Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death.
    Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate 
    That you hate to make him wait, 
    But you just gotta have another cigarette.
    In a game of chance the other night 
    Old dame fortune was good and right 
    The kings and queens they kept on comin' around
    Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high 
    But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy 
    He kept callin' and layin' his money down
    See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him 
    and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim 
    Finally called me but didn't raise the bet!
    --Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you! 
    He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two 
    But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette."
    CHORUS
    Now the other night I had a date 
    with the cutest little gal in any state 
    A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame
    She said she loved me and it seemd to me 
    That things were sorta like they oughtta be 
    So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane
    She was a long way from a chunk of ice 
    And our pettin' party was goin' real nice 
    And I got an idea I might have been there yet
    So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze 
    Then she said, "Travis, Excuse me Please 
    But I just gotta have a cigarette."
    CHORUS