Tonalité : E major•
Verse 1
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Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold,
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with the ways of a gentleman, I've been told.
The kind of fellow that
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wouldn't even harm a flea.
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But if me and a certain character met the
guy that invented the cigarette,
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I'd murder that son of a gun
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in the first degree.
It ain't that I don't smoke myself,
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and I don't reckon they'll hinder your health.
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I've smoked them all my
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life, and I ain't dead yet.
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But nicotine slaves are all the same at a petting
party or a poker game.
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Everything's got to stop while you
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have that cigarette
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Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
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Puff, puff,
F#
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puff and if you puff yourself to death
Tell
St.
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Peter at the
Golden
Gate
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That you hate to make him wait
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But you've just got to have
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another cigarette
Now I gave him a chance the other night
Old
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Ame
Fortune was a -doin' me right
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And kings and queens just
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kept on comin' round
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I got a full and I bet it high
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But my bluff didn't work
on a certain guy
Now he just kept on raisin' and
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layin' his money down
And he'd raise me and I'd raise him
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An d I sweated blood,
you gotta sink or swim
And he finally called
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and couldn't raise the bet
He said,
Ace is full, pal, how about you?
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He said, I'll tell you in a minute
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Right now I just gotta have
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another cigarette
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Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
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Pop, pop, pop
F#
B
And if you punch yourself to death
Tell
E
St.
Peter at the
Golden
Gate
A
That you hate to make him wait
But you've just got to have
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another cigarette
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B
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Now the other night I had me a date with
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the cutest little gal in the 50 states
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One of them high bred uptown
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fancy little dames
She said she loved me and it seemed to me that things
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were just about like they ought to be
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So hand -in -hand we strolled down
Lover's
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Lane
She was oh -so -far from a
chunk of ice
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And our smooching party
was going real nice
And so help me,
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Hannah, I think I'd have been there yet
I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
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And she said,
would you excuse me, please
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But I just gotta have another
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cigarette
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Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
A
Pop, pop,
F#
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pop, and if you put yourself to death
Tell
St.
E
Peter at the
Golden
Gate
A
That you hate to make him wait
E
But you've just got to have
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E
another cigarette
A
E
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
A
Puff, puff,
F#
B
puff, and if you puff yourself to death
Tell
E
St.
Peter at the
Golden
Gate
A
That you hate to make him wait
E
You've just got to have
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E
another cigarette
You've just got to have another cigarette
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