^CNow I'm a fellow with a heart of gold, And the ^Fways of a gentleman I've been told, ^Gkind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a ^Cflea. ^CBut if me and a certain character met, the ^Fguy that invented the cigarette, I'd ^Gmurder that son-of-a gun in the first de^Cgree.

^CIt ain't cause I don't smoke 'em myself, and I ^Fdon't reckon that it'll hinder your health, I ^Gsmoked 'em all my life, and I ain't dead ^Cyet. ^CBut nicotine slaves are all the same, at a ^Fpettin' party or a poker game, ^Geverything gotta stop, while they have a cigar^Cette.

^CSmoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff until you ^Dsmoke yourself to ^Gdeath. ^GTell St. ^CPeter at the Golden Gate, that you ^Fhate to make him wait, but you just ^Cgotta have an^Gother cigar^Cette.

^CIn a game of chance the other night, ^FOld Dame Fortune was good and right, The ^Gkings and queens they kept on comin' a^Cround. ^CAw, I was hittin' 'em good and bettin' 'em high, but my ^Fbluff didn't work on a certain guy, he kept ^Gcallin', and layin' his money ^Cdown. ^CSee, he'd raise me, then I'd raise him, and ^FI'd say to him buddy, ya gotta sink or swim, he ^Gfinally called me but didn't raise the ^Cbet. ^CHmmm..I said, Aces Full, pal..I got you! He said, ^FI'll pay up in a minute or two, but ^Gright now, I just gotta have another cigar^Cette.

^CSmoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff until you ^Dsmoke yourself to ^Gdeath. ^GTell St. ^CPeter at the Golden Gate, that you ^Fhate to make him wait, but you just ^Cgotta have an^Gother cigar^Cette.

^CNow the other night I had a date, with the ^Fcutest little gal in any state, a high-^Gbred, uptown, fancy little ^Cdame. ^CShe said she loved me and it seemd to me, that ^Fthings were sorta like they oughtta be, so, ^Ghand in hand we strolled down lovers ^Clane. ^CShe was a long way from a chunk of ice, and our ^Fpettin' party was goin' real nice, and I ^Ggot an idea I might have been there, ^Cyet. ^CSo I give her a kiss and a little squeeze, Then she said, ^FTravis, excuse me please, but ^GI just gotta have a ciga^Crette.

^CSmoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff until you ^Dsmoke yourself to ^Gdeath. ^GTell St. ^CPeter at the Golden Gate, that you ^Fhate to make him wait, but you just ^Cgotta have an^Gother cigar^Cette.