Misc Unsigned Bands - Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette - commander cody

^ANow I'm a fellow with a heart of gold, And the ^Dways of a gentleman I've been told, ^Ekind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a ^Aflea. ^ABut if me and a certain character met, the ^Dguy that invented the cigarette, I'd ^Emurder that son-of-a gun in the first de^Agree.

^AIt ain't cause I don't smoke 'em myself, and I ^Ddon't reckon that it'll hinder your health, I ^Esmoked 'em all my life, and I ain't dead ^Ayet. ^ABut nicotine slaves are all the same, at a ^Dpettin' party or a poker game, ^Eeverything gotta stop, while they have a cigar^Aette.

^ASmoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff until you ^Bsmoke yourself to ^Edeath. ^ETell St. ^APeter at the Golden Gate, that you ^Dhate to make him wait, but you just ^Agotta have an^Eother cigar^Aette.

^AIn a game of chance the other night, ^DOld Dame Fortune was good and right, The ^Ekings and queens they kept on comin' a^Around. ^AAw, I was hittin' 'em good and bettin' 'em high, but my ^Dbluff didn't work on a certain guy, he kept ^Ecallin', and layin' his money ^Adown. ^ASee, he'd raise me, then I'd raise him, and ^DI'd say to him buddy, ya gotta sink or swim, he ^Efinally called me but didn't raise the ^Abet. ^AHmmm..I said, Aces Full, pal..I got you! He said, ^DI'll pay up in a minute or two, but ^Eright now, I just gotta have another cigar^Aette.

^ASmoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff until you ^Bsmoke yourself to ^Edeath. ^ETell St. ^APeter at the Golden Gate, that you ^Dhate to make him wait, but you just ^Agotta have an^Eother cigar^Aette.

^ANow the other night I had a date, with the ^Dcutest little gal in any state, a high-^Ebred, uptown, fancy little ^Adame. ^AShe said she loved me and it seemd to me, that ^Dthings were sorta like they oughtta be, so, ^Ehand in hand we strolled down lovers ^Alane. ^AShe was a long way from a chunk of ice, and our ^Dpettin' party was goin' real nice, and I ^Egot an idea I might have been there, ^Ayet. ^ASo I give her a kiss and a little squeeze, Then she said, ^DTravis, excuse me please, but ^EI just gotta have a ciga^Arette.

^ASmoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff until you ^Bsmoke yourself to ^Edeath. ^ETell St. ^APeter at the Golden Gate, that you ^Dhate to make him wait, but you just ^Agotta have an^Eother cigar^Aette.