Letra da Música: Smoke, Smoke, Smoke - Nesmith Michael

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
Though I'm pretty sure 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 pettin' party or a poker game
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

Smoke, smoke, that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if 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 treating me right
'Cause the kings and the queens just kept on coming around
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

He'd raise me then I'd raise him
Oh I sweated blood, I had to sink or swim
He finally called but didn't raise the bet
So I said "Aces full, pal - how 'bout you?"
He said, "Well, I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now, I think I'll have a cigarette."

Smoke, smoke, that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if 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
Yes you just gotta have another cigarette

Smoke, smoke, that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if 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

Give me a hit, son