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letra de smoke! smoke! smoke! (that cigarette) - lmp (la musique populaire)

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[verse 1]
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 flea

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

now, it ain’t cause i don’t smoke myself
and i don’t reckon that’ll hinder 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 have that cigarette

[chorus]
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
puff, puff, puff
puff, puff, puff
[verse 2]
now, in a game of chance the other night
old dame fortune was doin’ me right
the kings and the queens, they just kept on-a comin’ around

then 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’ his money down

i say he’d raise me, i’d raise him
i was sweatin’ blood, i gotta sink or swim
he finally called me and 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 gotsta have another cigarette”

[chorus]
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
puff, puff, puff
puff, puff, puff
[verse 3]
now, the other night, i had a date
with the cutest little gal in the 48 states
a high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

then she said she loved me and it seemed to me
that things were about like it oughta be
so hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane

oh, she was oh so far from a chunk of ice
and our smoochin’ party was goin’ real nice
so help me jesus, i’m could’ve been there yet

but i give her a kiss and a little squeeze
she said, “um, excuse me please
but i just gotsta have a filtered cigarette”
d-mn!

[chorus]
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
puff, puff, puff
puff, puff, puff
oh, oh, gotta have another cigarette

- lmp la musique populaire

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