Testo Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! - Tarwater
Testo della canzone Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (Tarwater), tratta dall'album From The Heart
I'm a guy with a heart of gold
The ways of a gentleman I've been told
I'm the kind of guy that wouldn't harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
The guy who invented that cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
Now it ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
I don't figure it'll hurt my health
I've been smoking for twenty-five years and I ain't dead yet
But you nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while you have another cigarette
Well, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff until you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
You hate to make him wait
You just gotta have another cigarette
Well, the other night I had a date
With the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states
A regular fancy uptown kind of dame
She said she loved me it seemed to me
Things are going the way they're supposed to be
Hand-in-hand we strolled down lover's lane
Now this little gal was no cake of ice
Our pettin' party was going nice
So help me, K.W., I'd a-been there yet
Well, I gave her a hug and a little squeeze
She said, "Jake, excuse me, please
But right now I gotta light up one of them cigarettes"
Well, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff until you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
You hate to make him wait
You just gotta have another cigarette
At a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was treatin' me right
The kings and the queens they kept on comin' 'round (Them queenies)
Well, I played 'em low and I bet 'em high
I couldn't bluff this certain guy
I kept on playin' and layin' my money down
Well, he raised me, I raised him
Playin' for blood you gotta sink or swim
I finally raised and then did call the bet
I said, "Ace's full now, how 'bout you?"
He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now I gotta light up one of them cigarettes"
Well, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff until you puff yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
You hate to make him wait
You just gotta have another cigarette
Now life ain't nothin' but a poker game
No two hands are quite the same
I never saw a winner that didn't bet
And if any of you folks are fetchin' to quit
I ain't gonna bother you one little bit
Instead, I'm gonna light up one of them cigarettes
Well, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff until you puff yourself to death
Won't you tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
You hate to make him wait
You just gotta have another cigarette
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Writer(s): Merle Travis, Williams Tex
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