Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette Songtext
von Michael Nesmith & The First National Band

Now, I′m a fella with a heart of gold
And the ways of a gentleman, I've been told
I′m the kind of a guy 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

Oh, it′s not because I don′t smoke myself
Although I'm pretty sure that they′ll harm your health
But I've smoked all my life and I ain′t dead yet

It's just that smoking slaves are all the same
At a bettin′ party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they have a cigarette

Whoa, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Yeah, puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette


Well, in a game of chance just the other night
Old Dame Fortune was-a treating me right
'Cause the kings and the queens just, uh, kept on comin′ ′round

So I played 'em hard and I bet ′em high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He kept on raising and laying his money down

Yeah, he raised me and then I′d raise him
Oh, I sweated blood, had to sink or swim
And he finally called and didn't raise a bet

So I said, "Aces full, pal, how ′bout you?"
He said, "Well, I'll tell ya in a minute or two
But just right now, I think I'll have a cigarette"

Whoa, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Yeah, puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette


Yeah, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Oh, puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Yes, you just gotta have another cigarette
Give me a hit, son