Grandpa Jones - Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette 1969

Grandpa Jones Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette Live Video 1969 Tex Williams Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette Lyrics Now I’m a fellow with a heart of gold With the ways of a gentleman I’ve been told A kind of a fellow that wouldn’t even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met That guy that invented the cigarette I’d murder that son of a gun in the first degree That ain’t that I don’t smoke myself And I don’t reckon they’ll injure your health I’ve smoked ’em all my life and I ain’t dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same At a pheasant party or a poker game Everything’s gotta stop when they have that cigarette Smoke 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 Now at a game of chance the other night Ol’ Dame Forson wasn’t doin’ me right Them kings and queens just kept on comin’ round Well I got a full and I bet it high But my plug didn’t work