Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! [Live]

I'm a guy with a heart of gold
Ways of a gentleman, I've been told
Kind of a guy who would never harm a flea
If me and a certain character met
Man who invented the cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree
It ain't 'cause I don't smoke myself
I don't reckon it'll hurt my health
I been smokin' 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But them nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything's gotta stop while they smoke that cigarette
Boys?

(Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette)
(Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death)
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh)
Oh Lord, you hate to make him wait (Ahhhh)
You've gotta have another cigarette

Cigarette smokin' music

At a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was doin' me right
Kings and queens kept on comin' 'round
I played 'em low, I bet 'em high
My bluff didn't work on a certain guy
Kept on bettin' and layin' his money down
He'd raise me, I'd raise him
I sweated blood, y'gotta sink or swim
He finally called, and then didn't raise the bet
I said, Aces full, pal, how 'bout you?
He said, I'll tell you in a minute or two
Right now, I gotta light up, that's right, a nasty cigarette

(Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette)
(Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death)
Well, tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh)
Oh Lord, you hate to make him wait (Ahhhh)
You've gotta have another cigarette

"Instrumental refrain"

The other night I had a date
With the fanciest lady in the United States
She was actually from Hollywood, California
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
Things goin' the way they supposed to be
Hand-in-hand, strollin' Sunset Boulevard
She was oh-so far from a cake of ice
Our petting party was goin' nice
So help me Clive Davis, I'd-a been there yet
But I gave her a hug and I gave her a squeeze
And she said, Cody, excuse me, please
But I only get off on-a hundred-millimeter cigarettes

(Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette)
(Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death)
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh)
Oh Lord, y'hate to make him wait (Ahhhh)
You gotta have another cigarette

Now y'all didn't know that this was a message tune
But it is

Life ain't nothin' but a poker game
No two hands are quite the same
And I never saw a winner that didn't bet
So if any you fools are tryna quit
Ain't gonna criticize you a bit
I'd like to try some Jamaican cigarettes, that's right

(Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette)
(Puff, puff, puff, and if you puff yourself to death)
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate (Ahhhh)
Lord, you hate to make him wait (Ahhhh)
You gotta have that one more cigarette

I'm talkin' about the last, the final, the ultimate
Cigarette
[A choking cough sound]